If Only It Was Me
If only it was me who could win this race.
I stand so very proud with honor.
Along with you in my rightful place.
But I am but this man that you see.
Everything but him.
If only it was me.
A beggar ive become pride no longer does exist.
Counting seconds till my rejection.
With no escape still the foolish heart does resist.
For we are but children when it comes to soul.
Love leaves us blind.
Failure turns the heart as dark and bitter as a piece
of coal.
Head apon pillow waitting for what will be.
Tears from a helpless heart pour.
The mind becomes a prison as i curse if it
were me.
For if it were me I would make it all
right.
Castaway doubt.
Erase every empty night.
My arms are open empty they do remain.
Reflecting apon every word.
As slowly I go insane.
But i do not wish for the sadness
of being free.
Your love is endless passion that cast such warmth.
A fool cries to the wind if only it were me.
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
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