My soul, for you is aching
Crush my bones into powder
I've been let down
Sorrow is singing louder
Drown out the sound
Barest moments of speech
In the increments of thought
This hallowed ground
Your wounded heart I sought
But still I never found
Louder is the sadness
Louder is the ache
Louder breaks my heart now
Such a wounded state
Crush my bones into powder
I've been let down
My wounded hearts sings louder
Bitterness now found
I've been let down
I've been let down
By Elizabeth Azpurua
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