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Call Me Gomer
I was a mess right from the start
Born with a disease of the heart
A doctor was sent to set me free
A cure for the death inside of me
Once whole I thought I would explore
I just knew the world had so much more
    I forgot the instruction the doctor gave
And found myself with a need to be saved
A man came and took me in
And got me on my feet again
Ignored all that I had come to be
And made a respected person of me
He showed me a love like I never knew
There was no limit to what he would do
But something deep inside of me
Convinced me that I wasn’t free
It lured me from comforts door
To seek my own destruction once more
I chased after everything my eyes did see
To fill the desires burning in me
As hard as I fought, as hard as I did try
Nothing seem to satisfy
All I got was used and abused
Then tossed aside and refused
And when I was no longer worth the time
This man returned and said “that’s mine”
Paid a price none else would pay
Useless dung to be thrown away
Gomer is not really my name
But her story and mine are quiet the same
I was also born in corruption
And lived to seek my own destruction
Then a man which I had not known
Took me in as if I was his own
J. Moore
1/18/2015

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Call Me Gomer