Christian Lacdael

(Bury St. Edmunds, England)

8 Years


Eight years gone but I wish it was more,
'Cause looking back now it seems like less,
All those years that I thought I was strong,
I was utterly feeble and weak,
If I had freed myself from the curse long ago,
I could be the person you will now never know,
If only I could steal away the hope you sow,
I could have all I need to be able to grow,
I try to always do what is right,
But even so I am always wrong,
The journey to salvation's too far,
So best make do with all that is near,
If only I was not cursed with wretched regret,
I could put all of it behind me and forget,
If only I could find a way out of your debt,
I'd gain my freedom from a life of toil and sweat.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 07, 2011

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