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Season Of Discontent

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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: Aug 19, 2009

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Promises,
So badly broken,
In the dead of night
Lies...
So softly spoken,
And they felt so right
Trust...
And betrayal both,
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Memories fade...
Except for all the mistakes that we made
So many debts repaid...
And still so many remain!
All of this time that's been misspent,
Looms so large to me now,
In my season of discontent
I look at my life...
And wonder where it went

Love...
Said so many times,
And not one time meant
Roads...
So many walked down,
But I've forgotten where I've been
Forgiveness...
Often asked for,
But not often sent

Memories fade...
Except for all the mistakes that we made
So many debts repaid...
And still so many remain!
All of this time that's been misspent,
Looms so large to me now,
In my season of discontent
I look at my life...
And wonder where it went

I watch the clock!
As it ticks itself off the wall!
It's an analogy for my life!
I was always meant to fall!
I'd be satisfied if I could just crawl...
I wish I could get up on my my knees...
I have been waiting for so long

Memories fade...
Except for all the mistakes that we made
So many debts repaid...
And still so many remain!
All of this time that's been misspent,
Looms so large to me now,
In my season of discontent
I look at my life...
And wonder where it went

jlp August 19, 2009

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It's all so sad, so sad that we will all at some point, about something, wonder where it all went wrong.

We will all have our own season of discontent.