Dust

There is something sitting on both my shoulders the evil and the good in one ear out the other one voice is sweet and the other is so so colder the right and the wrong have voices feeling like there is a good side to me than a really bad side I am here to take control of this ride you call life days I feel like giving up days I feel like living it up I feel stuck every moment I know it I should own it feel the fiber of life emerge from within where do I begin or have I begun I am strung along right nor wrong wrong nor right fight the fight light the world with light rage the fire contained in a cage pent up built up frustrations everyday human emotions in one ear I hear evil thoughts in the other I hear what is right so if you ever feel like giving up continue to fight you are needed in this world as much as I am so I wont do it I promise I am here to the end or when the lord calls my name I will die proud not in vein lift my head up until the dying day and there is nothing left to see or say but dust. -TA