Because Of It, I Have Gone To Far Off Poem by James McLain

They don't believe me, not even after you have told them.
While here in our country there are no quick getaways,
one here now wishes there was.

The letters in each book are even now, but mud upon their face.
Where as the truth of an answer when plainly heard, the questions
other's wouldn't ask, never late to early are.

Just as smokeless powder starts a fire without smoke are not
the drop's of rain better used to quench your own thirst?

Verily a small heart when filled with fear and looks for a home
that is safe,
is punished again so the help that she sought, would never by her,
be sought from them, by her again.

You were baptized at a very young age in the Weeki Wachee river
by the hand of her father to keep her safe from the grave.
Though that shadow that was cast by another, that was not yours,
wouldn't lay you low as some would do, such as evil would do today.

Because of it, I have gone to far off, thus creating,
for you, only half of the confusion
that you now shouldn't have to experience, every day.