The Tiles on the Floor

by Jaxs   Sep 29, 2003


A small drop
It all comes to a stop
Lax becomes taut
A snap to salute
This soldier took leave
Tired of this false presence
My faux pas a curse
Lingering above those I loved
A letter I did not leave
I pray to be forgotten
Sinking in the Devil's snow
To all those I disappointed
I beg pardon
I left this world
Crying for you
I'm god's drifter now
Hitch-hiking my way to heaven

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