more than once.
Several times
at least twice.
First pierce their heart
with wooden sticks.
And squeeze their bones
for crows to pick
But a miracle thing
What love is
They’re still there
Behind the unbreakable bar
Parents would walk
on jagged rocks.
And hammer themselves
on the cross.
Ask them anything
For your sake and mine
Nothing is impossible
Because their love is divine
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