From a Tomb I Arise

From a tomb of troubles i arise,the withering dying souls question how do i survive. I prevailed upon the demon casting words and traps,set to see my tragedy. I have surfed among the tides of survival and learned a thing or two from the being of the ocean. I have borrowed the firefly's light at night when i was set free in the open sky.The lord reached down bellow and garbed my soul from dead to alive.My enemies prepared a tomb stone, but it was broken by thunder. Was it my foe or family, now alive i really wonder. I was deprived of a life of happiness,it was was taken, by the grace of the lord i survived,by him never forsaken. Attentively watch the grounds you walk. Closely watch the company you keep. Guard your face because a kiss of death may be placed upon your cheek.