My new flame that illuminate my dark soul
The beam that once brought hope in my living
The one whose voice woke me up at every dawn
Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
Before I fade into the darkness that awaits
Give my life a beautiful ending
That the purloiner is warming to snatch
Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
When I was young, I had plenty of options
I had choices to choose my heart's desire
My life as a whole was my pigeon; my play tool
But now, age has caught up with me
Time has started to pull alien tricks
And for life feels like a grain of wool blown away
Like Sisyphus; is the life I lead
As all the things I hoped to stay on
Have been blown away leaving me in a black out
Like the vikings; I howl at my own shade
Battering torrents of shame
Have swab my pride and fame
The once bloated and inflated ego; is deflated
On me; things have tumbled
And all the things I trusted in have emaciated
O' good soul; my good soul
Give me a place to rest my troubled soul
Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
Be the poetess whose scribbled words;
Will inspire my dead soul
And uplift my spirit from the abyss I am in
Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
Save my inner man from wasting all these tears
On the could've beens of my life
Speak to me, and let me hear your sweet words again
Let me have a taste of your lips
Warm my worn out heart from the stinging colds
Give me a place in the backyard of your heart
Allow me to ogle at your fine shape once more
With a place in the backyard
Of your heart
Give me a place
Be it an inch, foot or a pace
Provided it's in your backyard
I'll care less
Give me a place in your heart and soul
Save my soul the crimson flames of Sheol
Give me a portion in the backyard of your heart
I would've asked for a place in the courtyard of your
heart
But I've wronged and fallen short of that glory
Forget my wrongs
And hand me a space in the backyard of your heart.
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