ART MUSIC POETRY

What Goes Around Comes Around

I would not want to be
Standing in your shoes
When what you did to me
Comes back on you.

The tears that fell
When me you used
Will flow again...
Through your eyes too.

And all the sorrow
And all the pain
That fell down on me
Will gather up again
And fall down from heaven
In a pouring rain...

You can't change this weather!
It's by God ordained.