By Echolocation
Date: 2001 Dec 02
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In your eyes I read a history,
See the scars of every wound your heart has suffered
Long since, I mastered forgiveness for bruises I've received
But for you - ah, for you I would be merciless
I would find the author of each careless word or deed
That's drawn your dearest heart's blood
I would make them pay and pay
And pay again for every injury
To that patient loving spirit
Threefold for each wound inflicted
No matter how tiny
Each thing done or not done
That caused you pain
And then by wrapping your heart in mine
Heal the hurts
Erase the scars
Smooth away the marks
And make it whole again