Thorn In My Side
i remember that place
i would hide in my mind
safe from pain and fears
i remember that voice
that would call to me softly
telling me there would be no tears
there’s a small place
next to a field
where i planted a tree
there’s a little man
standing in the field
guarding my memories
my memories are strong
sometimes stronger than me
i don’t know what to do
my memories can be weak
so weak there’s a fear
of knowing what to do
i planted that tree
to free my burden
but it’s still here
i buried my pain
to help me remember
why i’m still here
give me time to recall
just why i’m doing this
sometimes it scares me
give me a second to relive
that moment of my life
to find where i left the key
there’s a small place
next to a field
where i planted a tree
there’s a little man
standing in the field
guarding my memories
why do you care
if you where never there
you could never see
everything you did to me
what if i told you now
i never would of made it
and what if i told you
i owe my life to you
what would you say
i say one thing
but really mean another
if it’s lies i bring
then here comes another
what if i told you now
i never would of made it
and what if i told you
i owe my life to you
what would you say
there’s a small place
next to a field
where i planted a tree
there’s a little man
standing in the field
guarding my memories
i planted that tree
to free my burden
but it’s still here
i buried my pain
to help me remember
why i’m still here…
and you’re not
MICAH WILLIAM KENGLE
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