Sorry
Sorry for the things I’ve done
And what has come to be
But what is left is standing here
For you alone to see
No more stories no more lies
Deception now striped clean
Truth alone stains these thoughts
as I paint this new found scene
Once a man of hate and sorrow
Pain he only spread
Now pain it has come back to him
In the faces of the dead
I have reaped the fields of hurt
In witch the seeds I’ve sown
So no more pain do I mean to spread
For what I give it is my own
So I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
And what has come to be
But what is left is standing here
For you alone to see...
By: Kevin Bakker
And what has come to be
But what is left is standing here
For you alone to see
No more stories no more lies
Deception now striped clean
Truth alone stains these thoughts
as I paint this new found scene
Once a man of hate and sorrow
Pain he only spread
Now pain it has come back to him
In the faces of the dead
I have reaped the fields of hurt
In witch the seeds I’ve sown
So no more pain do I mean to spread
For what I give it is my own
So I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
And what has come to be
But what is left is standing here
For you alone to see...
By: Kevin Bakker
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