By Warrior Poet
Date: 27 March 2001
Wasted
Wasted
Angels of mercy ignore my cries
My begging unanswered by the empty skies
Forsaken forgotten I fall to my knees
The heavens oblivious to my forlorn pleas
I’m sorry I’m sorry my mind just replays
Inescapable images of bygone days
Lived in the now never minding tomorrow
And all that has got me is a life full of sorrow
Take heed from me now as my time is at hand
Our days are so few like the hourglass sand
Don’t waste what you’re given in life as a gift
Or searching for answers through those sands will you sift
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