Lamentations

As the night gives way to the dawn I put my hands akimbo and strolled across the lawn From all indications I looked like a prawn I guess I’m being hated With rains of abuses everyday I’m being bated Oh! I never wished to have a taste of life’s stress Sweet are the memories empty bottles cluster the sinks and upon the chair sit your newest dress I’m being cursed and crushed everyday And not even a chance to say it’s a great day Sometimes I see myself clouded with haze I think I’m in heaven and cold hear the angels praise. Though I may have done something’s bad And when I’m being scolded I get so mad And in the end I get so sad. One thing I would like to prove though Is that I’m being wronged I don’t know if I was dead I would ever be mourned. I’m a man and I have to stand among all Even in society and style I have to stand out tall Not to see my family name fall For once I think I need to be Peter and not Paul.