Vagabond
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James stood speechless at the lifeless body of his precious mother on the kitchen floor. Her blood was splattered all over the kitchen cabinet and his father stood holding a revolver, looking in utter disbelieve at what had just taken place……….they had had another argument. That night James left home and he never came back, ever since then, he has been running, running, running away from the shadows that haunt him at night. Another man was born.
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They see a rogue, they see a liar;
I see a man that is burning with anger.
They see a mugger, a brawler, a fighter;
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I see a man that is bitter and shattered.
They call him a thief and they charge him for murder,
I see a ‘one’ that’s in need of love’s mending.
When a man leaves, it’s not in search of answers
He seeks a place where his soul can find comfort.
Hurting people hurt people, they don’t know any better
So, weren’t you called to love the unloveable 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️?
Mr. Pharisee.
