My Heart
by Pierre L. Carter
Bombs explode in the cold,
true stories unfold with no control,
blood pumps like squirt guns,
I'm soaked and wet,
nightmares and night terrors
now I'm soaked in sweat,
this is the part you can't forget,
the part where you hear my heart ...
Blood's quick plus thicker than any water,
I'm a fall off the edge if you push me any further,
and before I hit the ground I'm thinking of my daugther,
wishing she was happy,
wishing she loved her father,
then my wish goes in the mist, never exists,
it's all in my grasp but when I reach I miss ...
I miss ...
this is the part you can't forget,
the part where you hear my heart ...
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