Bryan Elijah Smith - Save Me the Trouble

These wine weary eyes
Too homeless to hide
The crosses that mark
Where we used to ride

Her empty womb
Like a tomb engraved
With the heart of a lover
She thought she could save

Go on, save me
The trouble
Come on, save me
The trouble

I'm anchored to an angel
I'm a story untold
When every word that she writes
Glitters like gold

Go on, save me
The trouble
Come on, save me
The trouble

Written by:
Bryan Smith

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