I fear my choice will be the death of me,
The child I let go still lingers in my mind,
His shadow walks where I had set him free.
I gave him up to fate I could not see,
And now the years grow heavy, unkind—
I fear my choice will be the death of me.
Each night I dream of what will never be,
A future lost, a face I cannot find;
His shadow walks where I had set him free.
The silence hums with all he’ll never plea,
Regret roots deep, entangled and entwined;
I fear my choice will be the death of me.
What if the world unravels cruelly,
What if my leaving left his heart confined?
His shadow walks where I had set him free.
Though time moves on, its mercy will not see,
I trade my peace for torment, intertwined—
I fear my choice will be the death of me,
His shadow walks where I had set him free.
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Tennessee Garbage
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