Who I Was
Is Not My Dawn
Who I was
Is not my dawn
He has died now
I must grieve.
Who I was
Is not my dawn
His eyes seeing fear
When looking about.
Who I was
Is not my dawn
His ears listening
For intruders hidden.
Who I was
Is not my dawn
His mind building
Cages for his soul.
Who I was
Is not my dawn
His body is cold
On this humid morn.
Who I was
Is not my dawn
The service over
And dirt shoveled.
I am my own dawn
I am not afraid of me
Wherever my path
Will be.
Am loving these, thank you so much for sharing. And for hitting “accept”
Much love my friend!
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