Set My Pour Heart Free

S. Celestini © 2009

Pain and misery Take your hands off me Let go your powers In my dark hours Set my pour heart free Life won’t let me be Stone cold grip on me My eyes it’s passing While I keep asking Set my pour heart free She keeps haunting me Why’d she have to be? So pure and lovely Dear God above me Set my pour heart free Lost my family I have fallen from their tree In this bleak story Will they weep for me? When you set my pour heart free When you set my pour heart free When you set my pour heart free

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