Unforgiven Poem by simon McCloud
Unforgiven
When you die and go to hell, I know the hands of time will tell;
They'll burn you flesh and steal your soul,
then give back to me what you stole.
But if you where to listen to what you'd heard,
you could have been free, just like the bird.
To fly up high in a clear blue sky, and gaze on down instead of wondering why.
To see things in life you can't see, to truly be what you always could be.
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