I woke from the headlight, I reached, I confused the light.
I paid for my sins, I waited. She cried for the light.
That I could not see out of the grips of his hand, her light.
His stern hand, shook mocking me hiding the light.
I try each day to be better for her for me for the light.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
I woke from the headlight, I reached, I confused the light.
I paid for my sins, I waited. She cried for the light.
That I could not see out of the grips of his hand, her light.
His stern hand, shook mocking me hiding the light.
I try each day to be better for her for me for the light.
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