Saint
NEVER HAVE BEEN A SAINT JUST A DREAMER OF LIFE.
ALWAYS WANTING TO FIGHT TO SURVIVE MY STRUGGLES TO HELP BUILD A TEAM OF
POSITIVE PEOPLE WHO SHARE MY UNDERSTANDING.
THOSE WHO WILL LOVE ME UNTIL THE END OF TIME, IF TIME DOES HAS AN END,
REGARDLESS TO HOW I FEEL OR LOOK TODAY, IM ONLY HUMAN AND MY MIND SET AT
TIMES ARE NOT POSITIVE.
FEELINGS OF BEING LOST.
NOT LOVED.
I PRAY FOR A BETTER DAY TODAY AS THE BEACH FILL SAND COVERS MY TOES LEAVING
FOOT PRINTS FOR THOSE TO FOLLOW AND TO LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES.
HOW BAD DO WE WISH TO BE LOVED AND IT NEVER COMES?
THE ENDLESS TEARS THAT FALL FREE FROM EYES CONNECTED TO A BODY OF PAIN. WILL I
EVER BE THE SAME WHEN THEY SPEAK HATEFUL WORDS TOWARDS ME THAT COULD BREAK
THE STRONGEST HEART DOWN TO A SLOW PACE?
IM DAZED
AND STILL I SMILE.
NOT BECAUSE IM PERFECT
NOT BECAUSE IM AN ANGEL
BUT BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT IT TAKES TO BUILD A BETTER PERSON IN ME, BECAUSE I
WANT TO GROW INSDIE OUT, WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.
THEREFORE...
IM NOT A SAINT JUST A MAN WITH DREAMS OF BEING BETTER AND GROWN ENOUGH TO
KNOW MY MISTAKES.
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