Sorry

There was a time when you used to say sorry

When you get down on your knees

You did not mind that you weren’t the best

But you were the best to me

But in a world who sells you candy

To make up for why you’re mad

Instead of solving problems

Just expand your mind until your dead

An angry tree of hate will grow

In a soil already sewn

numb to weeds and vines

No thanks to be alive

Just complaints, and lies, and why’s

Do you know love at all?

Here I write

And still acorns fall

These leaves of pride aren’t worth their color

Where can I find their joy?

And when your coat fades and dies,

I’ll be here for you to blame

On my knees and saying sorry

For the words you no longer say.