Long heart
In the valley of death where I have plenty of friends
Where your debts are paid and you don't have to pretend
Where if you want to stand alone you can confess your sins
Where there's no embargo on pain and the fun never ends
Where you regret all that you've ever done wrong
And you try to stay in tune while singing lifes song
And may have to limp after kicking against the prongs
Because some think life is short while others think it's to long.
Copyright © Milton Batchelor | Year Posted 2024
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