A Multitude of Reasons
A multitude of reasons pass by my brow as the path of illumination embraces, And they all lead to sorrow.
The deed of destruction comes upon me; Disguised as many things, even love and often the deed cloaked.
We beg thee a return to the past.
A new day that will bring forth what is yours, what are yours and only yours to give. As the multitude of reasons passes my brow, all were of good intention, passed with love; all were of good intention but led to sorrow.
We beg of thee a return to the past and only yours to give.
Forgiveness asked,
Copyright © Wilbert Webb | Year Posted 2018
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