No More Will I Hear Those Woes You Sow

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

When I leave you...
Not a step will I take to make going backward,
With a feeling of defeat.
To look down on the streets.

And when I leave you...
I'll be sure to eat and soundly sleep.
When I leave you,
I'll find peace to feast.

So light I'll feel when you're not on my back to ride.
So light I'll feel I again can walk with pride.
And no more will I hear those woes you sow.
No!
Oh...
'Cause when I leave you,
Everything we were I will let go!

And...
When I leave you,
I will not be looking at my feet!
When I go...
No more will I hear those woes you sow.

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