So many mistakes, broken dreams
worn by age, feelings too extremes.
Here at my life's narrowed road end
with little left, all hopes descend.
Growing tired, too many bad breaks
decisions, failures, loves heartaches.
People I've known years, trusted friends
their broken words, brotherhood ends.
You get older, just getting by
believing in your soul, you try.
Not much to offer of yourself,
holding on, put hurt on a shelf.
Finding you want faith you believe
knowing it's only hope they leave,
You go on thinking people care,
they'll have enough heart to be fair.
You lived by your word and heart
your own troubles, fault not apart,
made some bad choices, I can see,
good man, I always tried to be.
Years add up and your weather worn
you just want to avoid the thorn,
but there is nothing you can do
just want to matter somehow, too.
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