Anybody
You left me when I needed you the most
Could you love me knowing I'm still the same
Stuck with me like a dirty stain
Sowing seeds like soil and sod
With every strike from the rod
No painted Windows to experience God
Sands of time falling by the grain
Existence far from mundane
So far from the truth
My main pain
Copyright © Eric Oakley | Year Posted 2017
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