Friday, November 1, 2019

The River


The sins of the past
Flow in like an overflowing river
Drowning the good done that day

The river flows
Sparks fly
People get hurt
I am sorry for what I’ve done
Please forgive me
I am sorry for what I’ve done
I’m begging forgiveness

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