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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
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Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
4/26/10
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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Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
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