You

You were suppose to help me,
You know I lived in hope, stolen
From the bosom of my heart
Like a rope and yoke.

You were there to guide me,
Left because you hated, the very
thing that would have saved, you
even to today.

You were suppose to be, all that you
could be, you settled for the hatred,
To this day, I weep.

You were you were you were,
If you are forgotten from the book
of life, with Yah, I must concur,
You were you were you were.

With no past you have no future,
Enjoy your now, and enjoy your stupor
You were suppose to trust all.

You listened to All whom told you
Trust few, and many hurt your aura
Many changed your song to blues.

You, you, you,
Now I must ask
With my final
demand
If I can pay hell
To mind you,
I my brothers keeper
Forever love and despise
The advantage of your ignorance
How it all relates to and decides with
You.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©