I am not who I was before
I am not beautiful anymore
Nor have the power to sway
Or bend men to my will
I am nothing but crippled shadow
with many dreams unfulfilled
each day they're inclined to grow
Making me fall from the highest of heights
tears cutting deeper on my face
preventing me from enjoying all sights
driving me away from sweet embrace.
And if as they say love is blind
could you love a shadow of what was?
Would you put your hand in mine
with no other reason but "just because"?
And if I die in your arms this night
with your kiss as my last breath
would you follow me in to the light?
Would you join me in death?
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