Sorry to the girl I could have saved

lyrics by: Andrew Shepherd
Written on Jan 23, 2019

Bring me my glasses and sit on the chair
Excuse me as I cough again
The secret I have locked up in my head
Is destroying my tired brain

Three months and two days they reckon
Is all that I have left to serve
But the guilt that’s burnt up inside me
Has risen and touched a nerve

As a young man I was a singer
At night I stole to make ends meet
In the day time I was up on the stage
Then in the evening I would wander the streets
I saw a young girl beaten very badly
Her body was twitching in the road
My pockets were full of others assets
She called out for someone to hold

Help me she cried into the dark
I need to go somewhere for the pain
So I crouched down on my knees
Loud thunderclouds released some rain

And I delved deep into her pockets
Taking her money and a gold glasses case
She slipped away in front of my eyes
Hell became my resting place

I let her die and I don’t know why
I just took without a care
I should have took her to a safer place
But instead I just left her there
In three months and two days I’ll burn
Inside the gates of a fire drenched hell
I’m sorry I’m sorry for what I’ve done
And now I’ve no secret to tell

Sorry to the girl I could have saved
Please forgive me today
Sorry to the girl I could have saved
Rest in peace is all I’ll say

Rest in peace is all I’ll say

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 25, 2019 at 9:11am
Wow!...Andrew...what a poem!.....desperation makes us not think twice...to carry a guilt like that...is a life sentence....but to show, and feel true remorse....is a release...✌🏻

 

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