Must have drawn a thousand white lines

Driven by a thousand bittersweet tears

To help me cope and define

All these emotions, thoughts, and fears

Must have bled a thousand times

Driven by a thousand broken hearts

Trying to piece together the puzzle and lies

Made up of me and my broken parts

Must have suffered a thousand crimes

Driven by a mans lust and corrupt mind

Its my excuse and reason, it justifies

Why to gentleness I was always blind

Must have used and abused my purpose

Driven by the character of a selfish child

But to God now do I only serve

And the other who cares though I'm a bit wild

Must have found a reason to breath, live

Driven by compassion and unconditional love

Hands empty of the heart I was afraid to give

Traded for feelings as pure and white as a dove

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