Loved Ones Lament
I hate to see those I love, it seems my status in their eyes is lacking.I spend my hours trying to please all and leave my soul behind.
Soon very soon my heart shall appear filled with the sorrow they placed there.
When will I shine in your waking dreams as they have always done in mine.
Hatred has no place where love has grown, yet I have a seething deepen everyday.
I have bled for them, cried for them, prayed for them.
Though all my transgressions have never been forgotten.
I hate to see those I love, for the angels are the only ones that hear my heart break.
How long must I strive to fill those scornful eyes all of you see me with.
One hundred years at the hands of the reaper, will that be payment enough.
I as long as breath leaves me I will love all, no matter what my mind speaks of you.
The day my black sheep ways conforms to your wishful thinking I will no longer be me.
And my dear loves I SHALL ALWAYS BE ME......
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