"IT"
I possess a constant yearning
for my love who's just returning,
To "IT" a dark den of hate and despise,
too much for her virgin eyes.
"IT" looks lovely but the pain is hiding
deep down monsters are residing.
With covetous, jealous eyes "IT" sees,
the beauty that does belong to me.
"IT" tries and tries,yet all in vain,
to steal the heart that beats my name.
With flowers and songs and these such things
"IT"tries to steal the joy she brings.
But, you see, I weep not a tear of sorrow,
For I know there will surely come tomorrow,
A day to shield my beautiful girl,
From this horrible "IT" known as THE WORLD!
for my love who's just returning,
To "IT" a dark den of hate and despise,
too much for her virgin eyes.
"IT" looks lovely but the pain is hiding
deep down monsters are residing.
With covetous, jealous eyes "IT" sees,
the beauty that does belong to me.
"IT" tries and tries,yet all in vain,
to steal the heart that beats my name.
With flowers and songs and these such things
"IT"tries to steal the joy she brings.
But, you see, I weep not a tear of sorrow,
For I know there will surely come tomorrow,
A day to shield my beautiful girl,
From this horrible "IT" known as THE WORLD!
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