I am not being persecuted
for my faith. I have more
then I need. When I look
abroad I can acknowledge
that compared to many others
I live like a queen....
Then why do I feel such defeat?
like I'm being swallowed whole
by the belly of the beast....
I am weary weighed down by
sin my rap sheet is long where
to begin. often times my heart
cries the hurt I've caused
won't let me find peace.
So lost I've chosen to walk
alone making sorrow and regret
a sound in me home.
I do what I think is expected of
me but I have never felt more
alone. Blinded with grief; my
hurt disguised by rage am I only
who hears the rattling of this cage.
Blessed as I am still; for me feel
no pity I am a cause of my own
disgrace;What others dismiss as
just another a pretty face a waste
of human space.
It's a dark road I'm on with many
regrets untold til the I the day the
word of my God finally in me takes hold.