Friday, 26 April 2024

I am where I lay

In another life, thinking of what has gone by
I could never be judged for how hard I tried
why do I cry for it has gone ?
beaten my brow destroying the joy 
of when I was a little boy
tragedy and sorrow, dredged my heart
kept from the touching sensation apart
a wasteland of sorrow people will say
that’s where I am and that’s where I lay

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