Lighting hit that big oak tree.
Sis “How do you know?”
Me “Cause lighting hit that big oak tree.”
Guess if you squander credibility in your past. Those doubts seem to last.
Sometimes everyone you know thinks you wrong.
I guess it’s always been my song.
If I present you truth it’s always judged by the transgressions of my youth.
Regaining credibility in someone’s eyes perhaps will never be.
Yet it does not discredit the truths I see.
Late night musings erase boundaries better left intact.
But if not for those how to know where I am at?
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