The seconds of my life
Slip thru my fingers
To paint a picture of my deeds
My wrongs and rights
Spread out before me
I’m bare for all to see
Shadows haunt the corners
Of the turns I’ve chose in life
Waiting for retribution
And Cutting like a knife
Humble me Father Time
So I may try again
Cast away my yesterdays
So tomorrow will be my friend
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Author:
arazimus (
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