Was not my place to stand, but I stood my ground.
I earned my name as a man.
The yellow turned coat and ran.
Left the mule broken down - His body raging demands.
The seasons start to change.
A defrost from frozen states.
A detox from dragging weights.
A new set of eyes to gaze.
It’s such an empty space.
Battleground, Hiding place.
Buried your head in the sand. Turned your back on the sun.
(He) begged you to stay as you ran.
He was not asking for much.
“Please, don’t leave me alone to die in a half finished home”.
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