Call me Yamhill

The early morning, and the Waning light

The people that I once thought I knew, people that once were a shining light, people that once were the better examples. But now, now they have gone to perverbial ruin. I am lost, the ones that I thought I could meet in a dozen years and be amazed, now hookers, pimps, bingers, and mary janers they are. Not too be felled, I will stand for what I had hoped to see in my older counterparts. I with all that I can do, and God's help, will stand as a lone tree stands in the tundra. I am depressed, but life must go on. If you know well of what I am talking about. Yes. If you dont', just dont depend on the people you look up to that much and put all of your hope on God.

Sniper of Yamhill

posted by Yamhill @ 1:47 PM