My Life

My life is made up of many things, Dreams and hopes in my church hymnal. Lyrics limping along in simple songs, Coming out from being a ***** spiritual. Songs that assures me of treasures If found, are in exchange for a sacrifice. I am guaranteed there would be tears, and snares laid in a troublesome place. Victory share the hope of salvation, A temporary illusion before death. My world is in captivity to emotion, I stand in need with a separate breath. life carries me to where the good intrude, Someday done wrong, with pain sing along, The sad melody fits the time, a hit in the mood. And Caused my life to be in this song. In prayer, I often look up to the sky. And search for answers that could be mine. But I go the way to where crows fly, As foul as I am, the healing is inclined.