a just cause

i’ve got nothing here left to give
my old blood has turned hard and smooth
but the memories i had of you
well they remain tired and true
as the sun sets upon my final day

maybe old blue skies are dull
to those who have lost touch
with the whims of yesterdays
and the promises of new futures
soon to come to your doorway

set off my dear friend
for there might just be an end
to the last breath you take
on any given broken day
that leads you to the point

i’m breaking in


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