The Oath
As I sit on the stand and raise my right
hand and swear to tell the whole truth.
I look at the man that raised his right hand
and made me suffer through all the abuse.
As I tell everyone what he has done,
his face turns red and I wish he were dead
but wishes don't always come true.
So as I step down from the stand to become a new man,
the darkness breaks free as the light finds me.
For the first time in year's I have other
tear's, tear's of happiness.
Now I'm free from all the wasted tears and all the
wasted fears, Because new years is a smile away.
Copyright © Adam Genobles | Year Posted 2010
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