Ready For Heaven
Im sick and tired, of all the pain and strife,
sometimes I close my eyes and wish I can leave this life
Dear Heavenly Father, why was I born
not sure which way to go, in the haze of the storm
My spirit is tire, my spirit is worn
Everything I ever loved was taken away, or simply it's gone
Feel like the "sad clown", I laugh on the outside, but on the inside I mourn
i'm ready to see a better place of living, walking in spiritual form
Cause what i've been through my spirit is scorn
from foster homes, to homelessness, and i'm tired of the struggle
Buried and burdened with the pains of life and my spirit is left in the rubble
My brothers gone, my mother left, The girl I wanted as wife is gone
My life is gone, I'm ready to start over in a new place where the strife is gone
Where it stays light, and the night is gone
So if I decided to give away my dollars
and if I die tommorow, It is what, it is holla
Let me end this poem, cause I have too much to say plus,
I don't those reading this, to break my words down in to phosphorus.
Copyright © Michael Brunson | Year Posted 2008
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