Wretched Place
I wonder where I will go
When I leave this wretched place
What will I bring to the hell
I have lived
Never a smile upon my face
No one hears the moanfull cries
Or listens to the sad goodbyes
Of a man who’s dreams all die
At the hands of those he loved
But life and love are seldom fair
This is the cross that I must bare
When I’m gone who will care
When I look there’s no one there
Pain and sadness my only friend
Right to the bitter end
Never my broken heart to mend.
Copyright © Roy Swanson | Year Posted 2006
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