For the Blue People

sometimes I pray for death delay a strange array of sand and clay ...sometimes I pray sometimes I ask again to be absolved of sin can you please restore my grin to what it once had been? ...maybe then I can begin the answer : no one can make me a greater man no, I must make a plan to get back where I began ...stand up where I once ran but I really don't know how I can handle this right now but I will push the plow until my body won't allow ...and I will take my final bow cause that's what I try to do give my voice out to the few to the people colored blue I guess I'm writing this for you ... I hope you hear the words I spew so you might just get a clue of what we are going through and that's when I snap back I don't break down, I crack if I don't cut myself some slack and continue adding to this stack ...how will I keep my mind intact?