At Ur Door
And the rain will pour
And I’ll sit at your door
Because the rain will pour
Haven’t talked about much
No worries, there’s no such rush
It’s only paperwork
As long as you provide for your loved ones
Then it matters not if the labor hurts
I married tragedy
A lovely wrath to be
Smile for these troubled times chase after me
No point ignoring laughter
Dimples from cheek to cheek
I’m finally twenty
I’m telling you,
I’m growing to be an antique
Coming of age
Yet more than ever
I script my life on a page
I wish you more than life
I wish you truth
Through the wounds of right
Your kiss my silent night
And the rain will pour
And I’ll sit at your door
And the rain will pour
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2008
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