Diary of a Scattered Man (I)

He broke this heart and made it bleed to live,
Before it was but calloused toil and stone,
What now--how can I hope to give
anything back when all I am is His.

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Speak to what's unspoken here in me,
I want to understand the mystery,
To bear the torch of dreams and eternal strife,
Through the churning sea of mortal life.

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She walked hand in hand with the devil
and they laughed at me, down on my knees,
Begging for forgiveness and a second chance,
But she would never give me that. Never that.

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If only, If only I could drive this underground,
In mining keep my mind beneath the plow,
To fill these empty hands with something greater
than a scolding voice or sweaty brow.

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Non Fin