Joi Heart Biography

What can we really say about the one of whome we never spoken of
Just the name brings the citys to tears
And the country to ruins
The childs soft whispers trying to scream till it’s last breath
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The soul is darken my heart is cold
my mind it wonders as my body grow's old.
They say even in the darkest of dark, light preveals
But in my mind it seems so surrell.
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All eyes averted to her
The spotlight of the dark
No moon could compare to the silence of her knock.
She stood at a pause
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The dream of the dreamer was his to be told
And oh, what a story of the story he told
Whisper by whisper
Gasp by gasp
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The fire begins, rising as if someone was lifting a heavy load.
It's flaming form peeking from behind the moutain top
Like a scared little child.
It's beautiful ray's waving at me
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