{"id":664,"date":"2012-03-04T14:58:52","date_gmt":"2012-03-04T14:58:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/?page_id=664"},"modified":"2012-03-04T14:58:52","modified_gmt":"2012-03-04T14:58:52","slug":"wounds","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/?page_id=664","title":{"rendered":"Wounds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Wounds<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Some wounds they heal quite slowly and some they heal quite well,<br \/>\nSome leave a little scarring and some won\u2019t heal at all.<\/p>\n<p>I have loved and wounded a thing most dear to me,<br \/>\nOne who gave to me her love and gave of it full free.<\/p>\n<p>She is a thing of beauty, an angel taking flight<br \/>\nAnd it\u2019s still within her power to come to me at night<\/p>\n<p>Or even in the daytime, if I cease to run<br \/>\nAnd wrack my soul with sorrow for the damage I have done.<\/p>\n<p>My wounds are self-inflicted, I drove the dagger deep:<br \/>\nThrough my heart and into hers, she lay bleeding in her<br \/>\nsleep.<\/p>\n<p>My wounds, they lie full open, for all the World to know,<br \/>\nHer wounds, I have no word of &#8211; perhaps they do not show.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps she keeps them hidden, to multiply and grow,<br \/>\nPerhaps they\u2019ve healed already, or they may be healing slow.<\/p>\n<p>Pray for those who wait for news of their lover\u2019s fate,<br \/>\nTheir imaginings are awful, they are demons at the gate.<\/p>\n<p>An angel by her bedside, comprised of steel and light,<br \/>\nOh, angel, will you tell her everything will be alright.<\/p>\n<p>Tell her we\u2019ve no use for fear and for all our poor heart\u2019s strife,<br \/>\nIt was promised to us somewhere, abundant joy and life.<\/p>\n<p>Some wounds they heal quite slowly and some, they heal quite well.<br \/>\nSome leave a little scarring and some won\u2019t heal at all<br \/>\nSome won\u2019t heal at all.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (Michael Miller)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wounds Some wounds they heal quite slowly and some they heal quite well, Some leave a little scarring and some won\u2019t heal at all. I have loved and wounded a thing most dear to me, One who gave to me &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/?page_id=664\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":562,"menu_order":5,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"spay_email":""},"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P36zMW-aI","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/664"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=664"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/664\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":665,"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/664\/revisions\/665"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/562"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paulocolmain.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=664"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}