Rest My Heart

Rest, my heart

 Where has thy fullness gone?

A thief has come and used your tender ways
Oh that he would have left just a morsel of hope
So that we could dream of better days

Rest, my heart

That you may be set free of the pain
Love has marked you with cause to impair
Oh that time would heal but a portion of the ache
And that you mend without one tear

Rest, my heart
That your spirit may be filled
And once again you hunger for giving
Oh that tonight might persuade the hands of time
For I am anxious to go on living

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