The Toll (On Me)

As a child, I wished for great things For my family and I; to see a change For once in my life but it’s still the same I cried and tried to endure the pain Contemplated suicide in the falling rain Decided not to die; no pain, no gain “It’s not your time”, is what the angels say My body is broken and has become diseased From all the smoking, fights and partying My life is unfolding, taking its toll on me Now I’m left choking on this toxic air I breathe -Boz-