Playing with guns in the face of innocence,
Letting go of the trigger while hoping to live again.
Black tears from a corpse that has come back to life,
Because it’s already been written that you will survive.
To powerful you are, with the thoughts that you have,
You’ve been taken away, but one day you’ll come back.
Then from your mind you can now choose to act
with changing the future by fixing the past.
Make up for time lost by time learned from your trials,
To move mountains inches, then yards, and then miles.
Forgiven you are and ever so missed.
So turn back to your destiny,
And change hell into bliss.
Copyright © Tony Brady | Year Posted 2017
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