Pain inside is justified,
loss of much always resides,
on the bottom,
feeling grim,
trying hard to rise and win.
So much loss too much to take,
feel my days fall down like rain.
Every time I see that tumble every time I look I crumble.
Cannot watch this sport I played,
cannot enjoy a single day,
feel so much rage in me can’t feel your touch it’s too much sting.
Why oh why oh why oh God, tried so hard and feel so scorned. Not one can see the things I do, not one can bring my arm from ruin.
Let me breath and blink and smile, let me enjoy this cough a while.
I will get up I will go on I will still try to sing good songs.
Just take this wind and fly with me, take me through these painful springs.
Let me ignore the past I hate, let me go on this life of fate.
Raise me up to blue skies please, don’t let me lose to hands of thieves.
– Thomas M. Watt
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Thomas M. Watt 