My Black Armband
If I could kill myself and do it over again
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Thanks for handing me hell
I’ll do what I can
As my songs begin to fade
I wonder what could have been
As I lie within an eastern wind
I wonder if I’ll ever see peace again
Plantations were once gardens
Speeches were the premonitions of decaying martyr s
I miss peace and I’ve never rested eyes on her
So thanks for handing me hell
I love her because she’s untouched and pure
Poetry equals the souls of men spoken
Hell raised me so I’m a product broken
Abide by my emergence
This is the last breath of a merchant
When sadness finds others
You’re reminded of the virtues in what you have left
I went numb when I learned to pray
Don’t you miss what could have been
I saw angels falling from the sun
Knowing is everything but I don’t want to know
Try not to take things too far
They’ll never let you go
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Don’t you miss what could’ve been
Thanks for handing me hell
If I could kill myself and do it over again
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2010
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