Broken And Mended

Broken, he cries,
Struggles and dies,
Tears out his eyes,
Lord of the Flies.
Mended, he’s free,
No struggle to be,
Found what I need,
Safe to be me.

The long fight against pain,
Stood screaming in the rain.
Black heart begins to heal,
At the pure elation that I feel!
She came, she saved the day,
In the rain I hold her and sway!

by Eoin Brennan

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