Words can be like swords and knives
Wounding the soul and bringing strife
For years I turned my face away
Not knowing it would haunt me one day
All of the hurtful words went deep inside
There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
A grievous wound is hard to bear
Into my heart it did tear
So many tears, so much grief
Then I met you, you brought relief
You brought joy into my soul
your love has touched me and made me whole.
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