Talk

I'm going to tell you frankly,
I have no use,
For feelings plainly,
Or dynamic abuse,
A simple walk in the woods,
Matters more to me now,
That what of could be told,
Of  how I want to bow,
There something different don't you know,
In my walking to the end,
A saint I ain't,
I forgiven but I don't know how,
I seen and forgotten why,
I've leaned into the wind of my rock,
Oh holy locks I'm done and you don't care,
Angel lies about my devils pride,
Until they decide to let me go......................

FTBAS 1.8.13