Faded
I don't remember you much my doll
But I still can feel the pain
Your face faded in the hands of time
But people want to know
Will I still bring up your name?
When it doesn't do much good to cry
When all they do is question why
This may haunt me till the day I die
And I can't afford this shame.
Someone turn back the hands of time
Pretend the world is a pretty design
We're not through with this pantomime
I want back everything that's mine.
Copyright © Patricia Smith | Year Posted 2016
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