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Oct 2011
The wind is breathing past my cheek

Walking the road, feeling meek



Ignoring beds of stress I could not lay

Pondering life along the way



Looking for purpose, looking for rhyme

It was just then I heard a chime



Turned around, I saw a sight

Memories recalled along with fright



A man, lonely, sitting in his car

A man who's life has traveled far



His head lain down, trying to feel

His hands firmly against the wheel



Paralyzed, unwilling to move

Thinking the fears he must disprove



His life in shards, but to what length

The absence of what we called strength



I've seen this man times before

It must have been ten years or more



And then it hit me, like a spell

I knew this man, knew him very well



I knew him, the blood pounding in my heart

The man who raised me from the start



Ten years ago, the same old man

A healthy family, that was the plan



The man of the family had all the power

It didn't take long, it all went sour



The foundation crumbled, fell to pieces

Life changed, for kids, nephews, and nieces



So I'm looking at this old man now

No body learned, I'm wondering how



I felt the anger, rising in me

But also, I felt the sympathy



Thinking it was all over, way back then

I truly never wanted to see this again



So go inside the house, and tell your kids goodbye

Silently, I turned my head to cry



Hoping that you'll one day learn

If you can't, this world will burn
Trent Sackenheim
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Trent Sackenheim
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