so you still raise hopes
high, and the bar set for
you ; just beyond expectations.
i can't treat your bruises
anymore, sad the scar is nor
me or you ; but set-high-goals.
my heart hurts
in a way , beyond possible,
slew , apart from righteousness.
my heart, yours
is bow ; and pray for
you ; you'll heal by HIS powers !
my heart it is this,
slowly , hand the far
near , so du Arbeitest in dein limits .
my heart not your faults ,
cry , send tears your
blue ; left so high lines !
©Michaelw
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