How sad, the sight
of a muzzled heart…
Forced to silence when
love just needs to sing out.
Not even asking to be
shared or given back…
fettered into thinking
it’s just mere balderdash…
Oh, how sad the sight
of a poor muzzled heart.
How sad, the sight
of a muzzled heart…
Forced to silence when
love just needs to sing out.
Not even asking to be
shared or given back…
fettered into thinking
it’s just mere balderdash…
Oh, how sad the sight
of a poor muzzled heart.
Sad sight, indeed. 😕
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Yup… Dang life, sometimes!
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Sucks sometimes. Just gotta roll with it. 😕
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True… Your comment reminded me of the following song. Not related to the post, but now it’s stuck in my head 😉
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Hahaha! That’s a blast from the past! But yep, keep rollin’. 😃
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*Sigh* quick trip back to my twenties… Would I go back? Hmmm…. Not sure, but I had good times 🙂
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No shit. I was wild and free. There’s no doubt I love my family and life now, but there’s part of me that’ll always miss the wild and free. 😃
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Truly tragic.
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Yes, indeed… But we need darkness to appreciate the sunrise, wouldn’t you say? 🙂
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What a wonderful image: the muzzled heart. It describes the condition of that heart so well.
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Thank you Anne 🙂 I’m happy this spoke to you !
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