Sometimes, I sit and wonder. Is it my soul you plan to plunder? What then are you waiting for? Do you really think me the devils whore? Sometimes you sit and wonder can you really her soul plunder? What is she waiting for, you think 'My sweet, innocent devils whore'. Sometimes, they sit and wonder Late at night when the worlds in slumber. Why is fate so truly cruel? Is this the only way must we let the devil rule? Sometimes, the devil sits and plunder’s, all the thoughts of love and wonders. He shares with I and you the love to help us through each day that’s tough. One day we’ll sit and wonder for the lost days that life did plunder. And we’ll be grateful to the devil, that in our true love he did revel. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and Words.
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