the words
what are the words
that I have to say
to make you understand
that I cannot pay
for the wrong that i’ve done
the wrong that i’ll do
and the wrong in my head
the wrong that you gave me
the wrong that i’ll give right back to you
maybe they aren’t words,
and I wont have to write
and ponder in drawl
maybe they’re sounds on the wind
and the stream
stream on my mind
that rains and shines
slowly falling and falling
and finally resting on a seam
of a ball thats too big
why’s it too big?
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