My First Prose
The circle's falling apart
Into a thunderstorm
Carried by the strong gust of air
Pushing each and one of them deeper and deeper
Often lightning passing from one cloud to another
Sometimes striking powerfully onto their hearts
separating the best of their memories
Over the wasted years they had
Crying, screaming and now regretting
Blaming the very serious lack of love
Now that is a lie
Blame me
For I am the one who is supposed to bring joy
Great happiness that allows smiles to be planted
So now I'm falling to my knees
His forgiveness I begged for
Let the holy son be
The family doctor
Into a thunderstorm
Carried by the strong gust of air
Pushing each and one of them deeper and deeper
Often lightning passing from one cloud to another
Sometimes striking powerfully onto their hearts
separating the best of their memories
Over the wasted years they had
Crying, screaming and now regretting
Blaming the very serious lack of love
Now that is a lie
Blame me
For I am the one who is supposed to bring joy
Great happiness that allows smiles to be planted
So now I'm falling to my knees
His forgiveness I begged for
Let the holy son be
The family doctor
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