Walking and walking
And never stopping
feeling the heavy rain on our shoulders.
We stepped aside
and with big pride
He said, "I'll go first."
The idea was premature
And i wasn't so sure
But after all He knew...
He'd been there before.
But Things didn't go well
he tripped and fell
and shattered he looked
and there really wasn't anything to do
....
just let the sorrow bite in
Because his life now thin....
was on me. And just me.
But this...
this incident....
I couldn't.....stop.
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