Where Somebody Knows Your NameA Poem by PeteWhen you knock, ask to see God — none of the servants. - Thoreauyou didn't love me the same i played truth or dare whilst you rolled the dice of a blame game peering through the cracked, stained glass of my window pane i offered you sweet honey whilst you stirred aspartame you walked past the crippled whilst i healed the lame you weren't born again whilst i promised and became i prayed for your soul while your cursed everyone and everything with my name we all search for ways to light our candle's flame we all wear the rags of our shame you didn't know me, only my name if it's all the same i persevered and overcame living to proclaim in a world that barely knows me where somebody knows all the hairs on your head along with your name © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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