My Sin

Our gift from god and we killed him on first site, and we never let him grow so all my feelings are happening in hindsight; so sit tight, in plain sight, for otherwise these feelings will find no homes; you were my seed, I was a son of Sam; I had no bread to break with you; no wine for you to drink, nothing you could take with you, and nothing good could of came about me thankful for you. But Dear god I wish I could’ve been thankful for you.

“From me to you”