Past Things
The things ive seen, The things ive felt.
The words I speak, The sounds I belt.
All make me, me. There is no doubt
The pain I cause, The cure I lost.
The Love I gave, The hurt I made.
All came from me, There is no game
The Life ive lived, The things I forgive.
The world ive fueled, The human tool
All show from me, There is no goal
The times I cry, The times I smile.
The pain I gave, The care I show
All true from me, There is no hope
Copyright © Dylan Strom | Year Posted 2011
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