Did you plead guilty?


The time has come to meet our match
All the more of a haunting past
The serenity delayed upon my face
Brown leaves falling down at a rapid pace

A caution sign pops into my brain
A never ending tale of an everlasting rain
Between the drops and above the clouds
An angel pleads to an angry crowd

Decisions to be made and answers to be given
We never seem to accumulate the proper vision
Men can't be persuaded and never have a clue
When the tale has been told, it's always past due

Cranberries and frost nipping at your stoop
Fall back to the rhythm persuaded from your group
The sound complies to a whisper from above
Reach out your hand and grab onto the love

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