Back To That
The sins of my past are haunting me.
The people that have been wronged keep appearing.
The saddened voices make their pleas.
They got into a battle they were never meant to be in.
Some were taken out as they were running away from the carnage.
Back then it was hard to tell who was wrong and who was right.
It was kill or be killed back then.
The rawness of it still burns in me.
After that battle, I vowed only to use my weapon for good.
Never will I go back to that person I was so long ago.
What happened back then I can not change.
I can only promise to never go back to that.
Copyright © Marcie Wodlinger | Year Posted 2005
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