A prideful man was here today.
He left his footprints in concrete.
Although he thought he was making his own way ,
he was also making a way for me.
The places he went were filled with sadness
and the stench of an angry heart was always around.
His rage filled life allowed other unhapy men to feed off of this.
The poor man assumed what was lost could never again be found.
Now that man is sitting in his only chair.
He waits in pain for the new day to come.
He lives recklessly and with out a care,
just chasing an empty life with each new rising sun.
I am this pitiful man's daughter you see,
so everything he does and every mistake he makes will effect me.
I like the picture.
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