Tired old fool.
By Kiah
I am not from you, is what you told me. I have no words for you, is what you told me. I never had you, until I found you. You are not from me, is all you said to me Poor shattered man. Bitter crippled hands. Staking your last stand. Breaking blood’s bond. I am not the one, is what you told me. He was not my son, is what you told me. All your pain and more is what you sold me. I thought you were dead, but you still controlled me. I never had you, until I found you. You are not from me, is all you said to me. Poor shattered man. Now I’ve found your hands. Destroyed all your plans. You can’t hide the truth, silly old man. I never had you, until I found you. You are not from me, is all you said to me. Written January 25th, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 07:07 PM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"I am not from you, is what you told me...."