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