Lost In This Cruel World
Sure all we can do is our best in the end
like forgiving him as he knows not the trial of untruths
Justice of his curse why condemn someone wrongfully
Now that really hurts deeply branded as something
I am clearly not as God is my witness
slept on the streets even then
did not steal or beg it speaks for the person
I was brought up to be in God's eyes
Lost everything in business from pride one demon fell
humble and meek lessons in life learned
now judgement falsely against me falls one very heavy burden across shoulders
this was around the time my poor son was in Great Ormond Street Hospital
After his heart by pass enough on my plate God granted a miracle
this time it was like Hell on earth part of nightmare opening deep wounds
rotting injustices of it all Donald Duck taxi driver from a different world
they believe a Micky mouse story cannot work it out in my head
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
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