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.