The strongest ones always break
Every hit their heart takes
Attempts to tear them down to the level of the deceitful
Who hide behind mask of clay with roses
Covering their filthy lips
Breaking to pieces the uncovered beauty
Of a strong heart and stubborn mind
With cuts and scars slashed through the skin
Climbing to the top
With weights of hate pulling at their feet
Forgiveness is always spilling out
With apologies from the victims bare hands
Quick to take the blame and slow to recognize
The attackers running away
Filled with the overly sweet scent of roses
Covering the stench of death and deceit
The strong just out of reach climbing to the top
The weak will sink and fall
Yet I try to rescue them all
They just weigh me down
And I'm once again decieved

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