Rhymes of the Heart

Sick Of The Run

He lay there in a cold damp space
Where no one could hear his cries
Or see the pain on his ragged face
As he watches his last sunrise

Flashbacks now of his Mother
And the pain he placed in her heart
Oh if only, he could just go back
And fix all that tore them apart

Bad choices had led him to this
Now he lies here bleeding too death
His life ebbing, so cold to the touch
Finding voice with his final breath

He screams to the top of his lungs
Father forgive all I've done
You reached out to me I turned away
Is it too late,I'm sick of the run?

In that moment the sun shown brightly
More brightly than ever before
The Lord saying," come unto me"
they walked through Heavens door

By. Deb/nana5




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