The Hand That Wrote It

On my saddened days I’m hoping That angels might shine They’ve done everything you can do To a person in my shoes I’m still breathing Made it home to tell my mother She can rest her thoughts this evening Sunny days Appeal to the circumstances In my wretched strengths Living life’s a variable of extenuating odds I’m at twenty three percent Relaxing in the palms of several ghost Trying to figure my wife Theses hard times Which means the most? If I call for help Will anyone respond I see individuals tattooed Declaring gods son If I can do what I do Then who am I Because of the people I was brought to I shed tears from my left eye If angels don’t smile Am I doomed to trials Of lowered eye brows Romulus and if the seas summon tomorrow I will again ponder your trust for seasons shall follow He was known as Romulus And the seas shall swallow tomorrow The hand of Romulus And Caesar shall follow