He stands before His Father's pride.
Asking for their approval,
But only anger circles in reply,
Their shameful critique deemed crucial.
As tears weep from poor Little King,
He runs from the cruel and forsaken,
But 'You still need me' His Father sings,
With one glance back, he is poorly mistaken.
-Adrian. H
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC
He stands before His Father's pride.
Asking for their approval,
But only anger circles in reply,
Their shameful critique deemed crucial.
As tears weep from poor Little King,
He runs from the cruel and forsaken,
But 'You still need me' His Father sings,
With one glance back, he is poorly mistaken.
-Adrian. H
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