cowboy angel telling me about life
living
confined on the tip of a knife
cut out the
heart one piece at a time
doesn’t
have much but always has time
living
inside the darkest and deepest hole
only a
handshake I can offer to console
desperate
living through everyone he meet
she wakes
every day to the odds does he cheat
don’t know
how he faces tomorrow
he says he
bends under his cross of sorrow
wonders why
he can’t stand on the feet he’s been given
what is it
he has done and why hasn’t he been forgiven
by now all
he’s done is wait for the next day
if I was
him don’t know if I would be here today…
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