The Master Finds

I been asking the good Lord how you been i feel a gentle breeze maybe its your touch I question so much about all the things going on around me have i lost my mind a voice says dont give up, your almost there give it time and the poetry is a vibe feel it as it caresses the part i hurt everytime I wake up im so alone its unhealthy to live like i am but the lord he knows just what i need so i wont be afraid of the cruel as they surround me its dark as death my spirits felt and i dont even have to say a word im so close to losing myself and becoming the killer i had to be just for survival jsut because i carry wrath and there goes a bowl i give it back whats done is done im so sad to see another life thrown away thats not my idea of being strong as silence sets the tone i feel ghost i hear nothing but i feel it all, and the battles taking place right before your eyes should i let loose and destroy or lend a helping hand thats the choice i must make everytime Kindness to the cruel would be a tactical error Cherry terror the silence screams they threaten the life of my family, as i march to a cadence, i look the the sky and i see my star it's a jewel in my eye a comfort just to know im not alone And why has the Lord showed me love when im so mean it hits my heart and i feel what i shouldnt at this time love to my enemies and thats not me at all forgive its all i do , and sacrifice, And The Master finds