The thief of all that brought me joy has broken in this year
And stolen every ounce of joy and and all that I held dear.
He left a bag of sorrow and a box brim full of shame
And I now wait in terror in case he comes again.
But what is left to take now, what reason could there be
To visit once again so soon for what is left of me?
He's taken health, he's taken hope, he's taken love and dreams
And I am just an empty shell or that is how it seems.
And all I ever wanted was to have a chance, be me
So much for that, I fight no more, there's nothing I can be.
Karen Holmes
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