Love Me To Death But Could You Love Me To Life
seems like all my life ,life has forced me to face demons with
hand shakes and smiles.
and there came a part of my life seeking answers through personnel
prayers because I was told that in his eyes , I would always be his child.
staring into the stars I would question , eyes full of tears feeling like
only one half of the day I can face my fears and count my blessings.
there was always a dark corner where nobody could see .
where the rest of the world over looks but for one man in this world
he would find peace.
lost in thoughts from all the wars that's fought and for some reason
I refuse to raise a white flag.
I refuse to sit and wait, I refuse to carry on in a life with the feeling
of being only one half of a man.
sincere voices that would speak of loving me to death but I doubt
those same voices could love me to life.
could a dog tell you the way it feels to think like a cat?
would a coward ever be able to express the way he felt the moment
he chose to stand up and fight?
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