Last time I saw him cry.A Poem by Andre PetersonLyrics
The rain came down softly as the night fell in southern Illinois.
With traffic backed up heavy, the wind began to blow. Dark clouds soon followed. Lightining filled the sky. As soon as I looked back. It was the last time I saw him cry. I flashed back to the memory. Water was up to my eyes Alone with the letters. Not a soul did come by. Two or three maybe four or five times I did nothing but try. But as I looked back at him, it was the last time I saw him cry. Now you are sitting across from me asking questions of that night. Not a prayer in this world could ever make things right. Never mind the somber tone. Nor the ache of these hollow bones. I never left his side my dear. Not a soul did come by. I flashed back to the memory. He fought out to the end. He said don't wait up for him. He was gone before they even came. Two or three may four or five times, I did nothing but try. And as I looked back at him. It was the last time I saw him cry. © 2017 Andre Peterson |
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