Created in the image and likeness of the divine
Some words pass through me as if they were mine...
Acute power or a mystical virtue?
Not daring to venture further...
At eighteen years of age,
Contemplating the possibilities...
Familiar faces,
Greed is their name...
It was a moment of chance
when I saw you across the crowded room...
0
A number thought as a nothing...
I see those rainbows forming,
Deep inside your eyes...
He sat rocking, slowly back and forth
Hands a little shaky now, not like his youth...
You know my every thought,
you know me...
Title : God, I'm Sorry
Written By : Fridus Blueheaven...
The child is long dead
And someone has taken his place...
He taught me faith,
you taught me pain...