Sunday, May 5, 2019

What can a rock but do

I have burnt a few bridges,
And lost a quarter of my song,
The beginnings I can still see,
But I can see not what went wrong.
I always had a song to sing,
Today I fumble a bit too much,
Though memories still haunt me,
I have lied a tad too much.
There be a strength in pain,
But to suffer is silence is my wont,
For what can a rock do, but stand,
And remember all the bridges burnt.
One of them was my ticket to heaven,
All I have left is but doors to devils hall.
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