Confessions of Me

My generations of love show no defeat My generations of torment can’t conceal pain My generations held time over my head No love felt stronger than what my generation served Served what wholeness and success pressed What couldn’t be served is confession Had to confess many things and drift away Nothing is close to a heart without confession The torment stops and freeze time to generations without direction Today has horrors no chance to dream for tomorrow But when tomorrow comes it shows my actions The true me awakens and the old me dies from experience I die daily from my experiences but live once through my troubles No matter what experience show, there is no defeat