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// Grip of the Heart / Heal Me (Secrets of a Royal Guard) 
// Story: The Wanderings of My Mind 
// by Fiend from the Darkness 
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Grip of the Heart / Heal Me 
Secrets of a Royal Guard


Grip of the heart and the vice of the mind
Of the darkness and lonely, our soul  is lined
To help the weak is our purpose held true
But in need of help, I am too
Hardened of heart, though I might be
It still harms my soul, in ways you can't see
But admitting this would prove me weak
So this help, I will never seek
Admit to the need, I will never do
So seeing my hurt, falls to you
I suffer in silence, in ways no one sees
Until it's too late, and I fall to my knees
So come to my mind, and come into my heart
See my wounds, so my healing might start
Make me see, the lines I'm blind too
Make me see, the lines stark and true
Or descend into darkness, I will forevermore,
Until I can't go lower, and stand at death's door
The death of the soul, an empty shell in full
Please don't let it happen, take my hoof and pull...