David's Lost Lamb

Location

78628
United States
30° 38' 27.6396" N, 97° 45' 48.2472" W

Holy waters of the United States,
Wash away the cherry blood on his hands,
My voice calls out like David's precious lamb,
So lost in the valley of death and hate.

I cry for you to forgive your trespass,
But do I trespasses in my heart keep?
The sting is still fresh, the wounds are so deep,
I am waiting for the feeling to pass.

The delicate flower I gave you crushed,
The scent still lingering on your rough heel,
Oceans pour from your eyes, I see you feel,
Regret wiped away with my trembling touch.

Holy waters of the United States,
Let my love return to him, this I pray.

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