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Jul 2015
The young man stands
On the edge of his porch
The days were short
And the father was gone
There was no one in the town
And no one in the field
This dusty barren land had
Given all it could yield

I've been kicked off my land
At the age of sixteen
And I have no idea where else
My heart could've been
I placed all my trust at the
Foot of this hill
And now I am sure my
Heart can never be still

So collect your courage
And collect your horse
And pray you never fill this
Same kind of remorse

Seal my heart and brake
My pride
I've nowhere to stand
And now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I've done
And do my time

Well you are my accuser
Now look in my face
Your oppression reeks of your
Greed and disgrace
So one man has
And another has not
How can you love what it is
You have got
When you took it all from
The weak hands of the poor
Liars and thieves you
Know not what is in store
There will come a day
I will look in your face
You will pray to the god that
You've always denied
And I'll go out back and I'll get my gun
I'll say, " You haven't met me
I am the only son!"

Seal my heart and brake
My pride
I've nowhere to stand
And now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I've done
And do my time

Well, yes sir, yes sir, yes it was me
I know what I've done
'Cause I know what I've seen
I went out back and I got my gun
I said " You haven't met me
I am the only son."
Meghan Makenzie
Written by
Meghan Makenzie  16/F/Louisiana
(16/F/Louisiana)   
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   Weeping willow and SPT
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