The Return
If I ever lose my faith in you
there will be
nothing left for me to do
all of these bridges
that I burned
by my selfish pride
I will make my mark
by mending a broken heart
I will remind myself
that is not too late
to shoot for the stars
regardless of who I am
I’ll be in a suitcase
and reaching for the sky…
by all means a good return
will be the order of the day
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2015
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