Tin Cup Gypsy

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by Jonathan Lawson

When the smoke clears…
After a holy crusade of hearts…
Where we crossed our swords to battle in love and war…

It appears…
Maybe we’ve torn our love apart…
And now we’re bruised and battered, and runnin’ for the door…

But the battle scars are worth it…
The battle scars remind us we’re alive…
Battle scars are legends…
Of guts and glory destined to survive…
For a love as strong as ours…
We can mend each other’s battle scars…

When the dust clears…
People will see our battlefield…
They’ll say “Leave your wounded heart for someone new”…

But oh my dear…
After our crimson scars have healed…
They’ll see my wounded heart only beats for you…

Sticks and stones break skin and bones
But hearts survive the pain