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What Now?
knoteach
Where do we go from here?
Three long years for you, I have worked
Running here and there.
Three years, but I complained nary a word.
"Stay in the truck, Chief."
I wasn't willing with your life to pay that due.
But after I saved your life,
Thank you, I never heard from you.
You kept saying "Fix it."
But wouldn't tell me what was wrong.
I did my best, bit by bit.
All you did was complain it took so long.
Now for you, I have died,
Drowned in the fountain, but you called me back,
Barnes in jail abides,
But can we go forward, or to before, do we go back?