This Life
Consumed by nothing but anger.
The path of life I have chosen
Only makes me wonder,
Why God had it stolen.
Maybe it was for a reason,
it seems like my life is changing like the season.
I wake up with hate.
Distorted images of memories,
that will never fade.
Confused and fustrated,
thoughts of being jaded.
For every fall,
I can only stand tall.
There's always a lesson to be learned,
someone to be heard.
A story to be told,
So sit back and let life
Unfold
Copyright © Martha Shaw | Year Posted 2006
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