Virgin Soul
To be or not to be will be my dying question
will i ever be able to turn a persons head with but a mention
of the name of my best friend Josh Denson
will i ever be able to call myself a poetic legend
i would die to release myself from this forever growing pain
or from this constant hail and thunder that parades amongst the rain
but from when will this last tear fall from the corner of my forever closed eye
if the world is out to get me does that mean i'm destined to die
where i'm from i'm raised to fight by the rules of an eye for an eye
till we all lose our sight
and are ready to fight
blind
may i rewind
to the day of my birth
when i first
started to live with my curse
as i am but a penny in gods tightly closed purse
you see
for me
life as never been and never will be
the life set to be lived so happily
i told God of my ambitions as Lucifer grinned
dont look at me for answers i'm but a poet in the wind
the lord had me stopped before i even begin
to share the depth of my biggest sin
the thing they call life
but why do there insults cut through me like a knife
as i try to aim for a better place
the rain makes a change from the spit in my face
am i responsible for the problems of my race
its funny the things you can achieve if using a bit of imagination
my poetry is created to relieve you from the frustration
you build up every day
so read this extract of my mind and throw your problems away.
Copyright © Josh Denson | Year Posted 2006
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