soft son
Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 4:43 am
Soft son.
Well Tuesday came, perhaps you meant,
To suffer fools with less intent,
Oh consequence of innocence mislaid.
See dawns decay through negligence,
A Crimson tide of self defence,
Passenger of life that’s been delayed.
Too late for a wake up call,
Seen them, and ive done it all,
Never made forever, now I’m done.
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Too late for him, he has to go,
A mother sheds a tear for her soft son..
I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE YOUR COMMENTS GOOD OR BAD. THANKS.
RYBO75.
Well Tuesday came, perhaps you meant,
To suffer fools with less intent,
Oh consequence of innocence mislaid.
See dawns decay through negligence,
A Crimson tide of self defence,
Passenger of life that’s been delayed.
Too late for a wake up call,
Seen them, and ive done it all,
Never made forever, now I’m done.
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Too late for him, he has to go,
A mother sheds a tear for her soft son..
I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE YOUR COMMENTS GOOD OR BAD. THANKS.
RYBO75.