Pieces

Pieces - The Stylistics

Foolish pride can reap destruction

I feel its darts to the mind

I let my pride stand in between us

Never knowing that I had built

A wall protecting a need inside Me

I was a fool thinking only of me

Not seeing nothing more than my

Precious pride and ego

Now all the left for me

Pieces of a photograph

I tore in half Pieces of Love

Pieces of the past

Pieces of a photograph

I tore in half

Pieces of Love

Pieces of the past

Time is made with face a shadow

And like a thief in the night

It comes to call slowly creeping

It disappears in the light

But I won't ever break

That the chain around me

I'll find a

Way to shine off the things

That bind me

Memories still spinning

Their webs upon me

But now I'm left alone

Pieces of a photograph

I tore in half

Pieces of Love

Pieces of the past

Pieces of a photograph

I tore in half Pieces of Love

Pieces of the past

Pieces of a photograph

I tore in half

Pieces of love

Pieces of the past

Pieces of a photograph

I tore in half

Pieces of love

Pieces of the past

Pieces of a photograph

I tore in half

Pieces of love

Pieces of the past

Pieces of a photograph