Floods of tears roll down this face,
They hide no glory or no grace,
What lies below is usually sealed,
But you hold the key to that special place,
And now my heart lies bare and bleeding,
And the wound lies open,
For you used the key and then stole it from me.
And now my heart is broken.
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