There was a time I was wild,
Forceful agile and ruthless,
I was trendy upbeat smart,
Never cared a fig never afraid to hurt!
Words shot freely from my mouth
Piercing breaking all tenderness,
I left them wounded and moved away,
Not pausing to have a look and mend,
Not bothering for once to reach and touch.
Now I'm at the end of the road.
I turn back for a walk of penitence,
But I'm greeted by the howling sorrows
Of the souls waiting over my grave
For me to return and atone for sins!
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