A Simple Song
We had this conversation before. You always looking back at me coldly, resolute in your way. I wanted your life to be a simple song. I tried to raise you as best I could after your mother was gone. We talked before about what a simple song life could be. You only wanted to put evil in your arms and nose, hanging out with others that had no end. You never responded to my pleas, only looking back at me, coldly, resolute in your ways. I knew this would be our last talk, as I looked up to hear the words of another man dressed in black and the dirt being tossed in.
We had this conversation before. You always looking back at me coldly, resolute in your way. I wanted your life to be a simple song. I tried to raise you as best I could after your mother was gone. We talked before about what a simple song life could be. You only wanted to put evil in your arms and nose, hanging out with others that had no end. You never responded to my pleas, only looking back at me, coldly, resolute in your ways. I knew this would be our last talk, as I looked up to hear the words of another man dressed in black and the dirt being tossed in.
David Young
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