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“Wounded Heart”

My heart is numb with emptiness
Don’t know what’s kind of mess
I have been restless, thinking
What’s the real way of loving?
My heart is moving tenderly
When I trusted him wholeheartedly
Didn’t have the chance to speak
When he can no longer say he’s weak
Away from him, so far away…
Still longing for him to stay
Loneliness have filled my soul
Giving myself incompletely whole
Trying to live without love
And it’s all I could have
Only God could heal these wounds
Made by the man who made me blue….

Originally written August 31, 2008