Saviour
She talks to her with such regret,
Her voice so crasp with disrespect,
She wish she wouldn't have had her yet,
Too late to change, the stage is set...
Too young to understand the reasons
Dispositions change the seasons,
But come a time and she will know
Let truth behold as she will grow...
Mistakes of one affecting two
Dictates what some believe is true,
And when you see the bluest sky
A jealous love still turns their eye...
So I take the hand of one so close
Because she's the one that loves me most,
She let's me live thru younger eyes
So I can give what one denies....
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