Face Of Melinda

"By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair, the face of Melinda neath blackened hair. No joy would flicker in her eyes. Brooding sadness came to a rise. Words would falter to atone, failure had passed the stepping stone. She had sworn her vows to another, this is when no-one will bother. And conceded pain in crumbling mirth, a harlot of God upon the earth. Found where she sacrificed her ways, that hollow love in her face."

a great song! but i hope you like it!

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