Make Me Some Room
When times were rough
And hope was gone
You showed me stuff
-to carry on
When things were lean
When things got thin
And cold outside
You let me in
For want of warmth
And others turned
You made a fire
But I never got burnt
When I was stoned at the station
I waited for a train
You came to fetch me
And freed me from pain
You helped me up
When I was stuck on the ground
That look you gave
... I knew that sound
You gave me money
When I was broke
You made me laugh
With stupid jokes
You gave me wisdom
When I was dumb
When things were strict
We had some fun
When I was cripple
You pushed my chair
You solved my trouble
You were always there
Alone in the trenches
You got my back
You fought like a demon
When they attacked
My promise is this:
Ill try to go on
Ill try to let go
You go on now
Just follow the light
Ill follow you soon
You go on ahead now
Go make me some room
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017
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