My Life
Who knows, memories I do not
A vague impression of thought
Certain moments a everlasting print
Others like a past good and bad
Mankind ripping your dignity from
Who they supposed be, hero we look
Or quick way to learn trust few
A child instituted beneath the soul
Hidden from the world they live
A biscuit, my friend thanks
Growing in grace, only God their friend
Tobacco barns laying stick before dawn
From five to teen, years exit quickly
We sprout strong against the wind
Few limbs fall from thou stem
A lonely path to suicide redemption
Woods lay darkness as my being
My life I challenge evils persistent
Strength of my own I trust belief
From streets I climb a king
Not in riches but a soul destined
A fire lighting a flicker distance
As if hope was alive from depths
Darkness, a fear of not seeing
Scars of homeless soul's thirsting breath
Beating, my life vein throbs existence
That which give breath before drowning
I chose kindness even if I had lost
Knowing, it was not world makes us
Only in ourselves can we make the world
Only in oneself do we live a world befeallan to us
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