I only know in compassions tone
Which way a statement falls
And should I reach to those closest
Forgive my limping as I escape
And that I would be required
Or cancelled along the tombs
Is filled over and again
I've nothing left to prove
My eyes are aged
And shadows I did see
But the retreated light
Succumbs to the gain
The wisdom wasn't taller
Catching blame as fodder
While reviewing the two feet below
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
I only know in compassions tone
Which way a statement falls
And should I reach to those closest
Forgive my limping as I escape
And that I would be required
Or cancelled along the tombs
Is filled over and again
I've nothing left to prove
My eyes are aged
And shadows I did see
But the retreated light
Succumbs to the gain
The wisdom wasn't taller
Catching blame as fodder
While reviewing the two feet below