The noise is loud
I feel it
It isn't beautiful
It isn't strong
It is amplified weakness
Loud, not deep
The noise presses and pulls
The noise cripples me
Just when I'm trying
To lay hold of the truth
The noise, the arrows
They deny me the smooth
A wrinkled heart
Like newspaper crumpled
A wrinkled heart
Put it in the water
Let it be pulp again
Roll it out and make it smooth
A new heart, no more wrinkles.
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