The ancient wounds … oh my , we thought you were  gone .   But here you are back again .

We love you not and   You must go… again .

That spinning web of tales that captures the broken ones . Never too late to see .

It’s you and it’s me and we are free .

Whose will shall  be done ?

I see you and know that we are both flesh .  The same love for you as for me .

We are free ,  won’t you see ?

Mon Coeur