The Dawn of My Happiness
Here i am with rethoric questions racing in me everyday ,
It's festive now ,everyone is out to see their mothers and fathers ,
what about me Lord ?
They are out there jollying everywhere with words of praises ,
But who's praising me now ?
Who is comforting me when ice age revists the life of me ?
That last time I saw Mommy ,
I was a toddler ,so is Father in my ages of embryo ,
I never felt the presents of my old man ,
I'm being told stories he was like I am ,
But wearing such belief is poking Eminem .
I'm out searching for hope here and there ,
But its never enough ,
Hapiness is my enemy .
At worst I'm being given names ,
with fingers poking me to the center of hatred .
Why didn't you give them such chance to see me flourishing .
It is useless I'm telling you ,to have all this wonderful materialistic things but Momma isn't here to approve these that I accomplished .I
'm all here fed up all day with tears rolling my eyes and there isn't a soul to comfort me ,
ohh dear Death ,You are heartless .
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