Best of Us
These lines are written
though not understood
these words are stated
though mistaken
My life is like a gamble
my heart is a stake
with every new card
in another blank slate
here I stand
living in a dazed state
out with my thoughts
and in with the hate
So this is what you call fate
a feeling of fear
of misunderstanding
the pain so demanding
though in the back of my mind
peirced from every bullet
shot from the front lines
Father don't you see,
the Hell you given me
I was born into
and traped within
for with every crack there is,
it takes more time to mend
to the wounds that were left
Is this life just one more test,
or step, this is for the best?
I can hear my heart bounding
beneathe my chest
I wear the armor of God
his holy vest
to hold me together
though I feel broken in two
for here I shall lay
while the devil
gets the best of you
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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