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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. Only by the grace of God may he be saved from the error of his ways. For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more Occasionally calling home every now and again In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin Back then life on the road meant drugs money and women far as the eye could see He said he'd never look back 'cuz he was born free Life grew emptier as he grew older The drugs grew heavier as his heart grew colder His four children left behind with no place to call home From day one they made it in this world alone For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more Occasionally calling home every now and again In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin Every few years he'd arrive unannounced offering money and a hug All while using the garage to hide his drug His spitting image could smell his guilt a mile away She rolled her gloomy blue eyes in unison with every false word he had to say Today his girls are grown raising girls of thier own December came and went February turned to Lent On a stormy midnight he still turns to his blue eyed spitting image As the clouds clear she is again lost in the scrimmage She lies awake with a bottle of wine in hand On her mind weighs a dark man His ways make him lonely and lost Yet to her death she will fight for him at all costs For years a dark man walked through a seemingly revolving door Steadily leaving his wife and kids as he searched for something more Occasionally calling home every now and again In his voice they could hear the taint of black sin
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