Home is where the heart is
Men always say
My heart is broken, my home destroyed
where do I belong I wonder
For love has treated me most unkind
and hate will be no kinder
My heart is broken, my home destroyed
I am too weak to give and surrender
I am sorry but for what I don't know
It's just seems like the right thing to say
Caressed by the hands of hate
Struck by the arrows of love
I embrace them both not knowing where I belong..
 
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