There is a graveyard at the center of my heart
The dust and ashes of an unforgotten year
When I was stripped to nothing but the weakness of my will
I lost it all, and I can feel it still
So many hurts had added up with time
And only emptiness inside
So I took my dreams and buried them alive
Not one got left behind
God is cruel, God is kind
God, a sexton and a comfort to the blind
He tends the graves and the path that I must walk
On the horizon there’s a figure in the dark
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