A Multitude of Reasons

 A multitude of reasons pass by my brow

as the path of illumination embraces,

and they all lead to sorrow.

The deed of destruction comes upon me,

disguised as many things, even love and

often the deed is passed, rarely cloaked.

 We beg thee a return to the past,

a new day that will bring forth what is yours,

what is yours and only yours to give.

 As the multitude of reasons pass my brow,

all were of good intention, passed with love,

all were of good intention but led to sorrow.

 We beg of thee a return to the past,

a new day to bring forth what is  yours,

and only yours to give.

 Forgiveness is what is asked.

 Copyright 2011 by Genebrother

 

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