Be Gone
Yes, I wrote this song.
With a promise broken be gone.
I can still hear the tune so stuck in my head.
It brings life into parts of me that were so dead.
Mentally, as well as physically.
Going through the motions.
Even a zombie has his good days.
And I most certainly celebrate them.
Each and everyone most precious.
Yes I wrote this song.
With a promise broken be gone.
I have felt the angels kiss.
It reminds me of the forgotten.
Everything must have a reason.
It is how the world works.
Discovering my own abandonment.
Quietly he went away and we just don't understand.
Under the order of the law.
Rebel with obligation, to child you call your own.
Fight till very last dying breath.
With handcuffs your dragged away.
Yes I wrote this song.
With a promise broken be gone.
You tried, but still have failed.
To breath you must first exhale.
It is no good to hold it all in.
A bottled up bomb.
Light a match, light the fuse, and just run.
Don't ever look back.
For the sight you see will not be any fun.
A turning of the stomach.
A hate for what hes done.
Yes I wrote this song.
With a promise broken be gone.
Yes I wrote this song.
So just be gone.
Memories that eat at the deepest part of the soul.
That make us the vilest creatures in the world.
A women rights as far a child goes, completely out extend a mans.
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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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