04-09-2015, 11:48 AM
April eight i'm slightly late hence the poetry's not that great.
Almost Forsaken
We've met before, of this I'm sure
at even song within the church,
where cold I prayed nearby the door.
We've met before, of this I'm sure;
I even knelt upon the floor
a supplicant left in the lurch.
We've met before, of this I'm sure
at even song within; the chruch.
Almost Forsaken
We've met before, of this I'm sure
at even song within the church,
where cold I prayed nearby the door.
We've met before, of this I'm sure;
I even knelt upon the floor
a supplicant left in the lurch.
We've met before, of this I'm sure
at even song within; the chruch.