I've seen the sky about to rain,
I've heard them say it's all the same.
I've felt the land beneath me quake,
taken more than my fair shake.
Winters breath has crept back in
to gnaw my bones chaff my skin.
Yeah the river runs deep, and
the currents are tricky.
Old wounds can still seep.
Nothing heals quickly.
I've seen the sky about to rain,
I've been choked by all my pain,
I've dropped to my knees to pray,
shouted to a sky that's grey.
Thanked the father for each day
I've always had to have my say
I think I've gotten carried away
so until I find a better way.
This road I'm on seems fairly straight
So I'll keep this pace another day...
maybe I reach the starting gate

Nice write

beautiful

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