THE POSSESSION (LOVE) - Written by Carroll Bryant
The inner seed of fortune is a song without an end
But time is a thief that conquers
Forever and then
The tune in which you listened lingers as you think about a friend
The night assists the lonely
Forever and then
The stars disappear with the dreams
The sun rips through the seams
You think about the moment
Until the moment disappears again
Love is the possession that claims the heart and soul
It locks you away in dungeons
Refusing to let you go
Hurt is the destruction
An endless squeal of pain
It grows and grows and never goes away
Until a new love is born again
As you think about a friend
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