My Mistake

24 Nov

Of hopes of dreams of friendships past
Of times that came to never last
If I assail, at least I’m safe
A loose and lonely armored waif

Its not to say my body’s tired
Protected by a hand that’s hired
To hold mine when I am betrayed
I’ve found they’ve left, I thought they’d stayed

May 3, 1987

©1986-2011 Stratherrick Publishers (ASCAP) all rights reserved

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