I’m not asking for razed earth.
I came to this place with six kids,
Two feet, and a bindle.
I’m leaving with the same
My hope has dwindled,
And my faith in men.
I hope my faith in You hasn’t balked.
Travel with me down the next new roads,
Like the ones We’ve already walked.
I suppose I’m one who needs distance
I need to leave to let go,
To forget what I cannot bear,
To erase what breaks me to know.
I’m really just leaving to put distance
Between me and the company
I don’t understand why I care
They immediately started forgetting me
Stripped from walls and hearts.
The least I can do
Is follow suit.
It’ll be better when I’m all gone.
Do with them whatever You please,
But remember, to me, they were graceless.
You remember the coldness of their souls,
And I’ll forget their names and faces.
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