You don't know
this burnin' sadness that I feel
And you can't see
beneath my fragile smile
this hurt I must conceal
I keep settin' course
for your promised lands
them promised lands
adrift and rudderless at Sea
But, I can't quite believe
you know what's best
for a wayward child,
like me.
You sheltered me
when I doubted this world
held anything but sorrow
My slate you cleansed clean
of done wrong yesterdays'
so I might face tomorrow
I bear witness
to the sweetest love
you tried to give
to the likes of me
adrift and rudderless at Sea
Still, I can't quite believe
you know what's best
for a wayward child
a wayward child
a wayward child
like you and me.
Buddy Bee Anthony
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Re-edited 03/06/2023 @ 8: 36 PM Pacific Standard Time
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