Seven
seven witnesses
baring down on me
seven witnesses
saying i should be free
seven witnesses
each one a lire
seven witnesses
burning in the fire
seven angels
are on my shoulder
seven angels
hell is getting colder
seven angels
hung round my neck
seven angels
never will forget
seven fathers
two sons for each one
seven fathers
whos day just begun
seven fathers
weeping by my side
seven fathers
sharing one bride
seven mothers
protecting their kin
seven mothers
pain held within
seven mothers
weeping by my side
seven mothers
my sins they will hide
seven beggars
waiting for pride
seven beggars
one dog by their side
seven beggars
sharing one meal
seven beggars
one life to steal
seven days
each one with rain
seven days
filled up with pain
seven days
thunder is coming
seven days
away from im running
seven verses
each one by rhyme
seven verses
none of which a crime
seven verses
broken at last
seven verses
written quite fast
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2009
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