To Not Breathe Pain and Die
The rain that reached the rural of my roof
Collapsed through ceilings cracked, a crying child
Sometimes I cry myself. A man I mourn
The day that I will die of deaths disease
In tale I tease my thoughts to take back time
When age was young, a yearling of a youth
But brother, I must battle this blind pain
As he that walked with faith on waters will
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011
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