Mistakes
Through all the mistakes
And all the heart breaks
They could never take away my pride
Or the feelings I hold inside
I finally stamd tall
In the name of playing ball
The rain dots my skin
Where it ends it begins
In the past I'm left to bleed
In the now I succeed
Copyright © Eric Oakley | Year Posted 2016
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