My life was a roller coaster mainly hard,
it was my fault i had nothing left to discard.
The tricks the hope had been crushed,
any hope of great dreams were now hushed.
I hid in my covers to scared of myself,
the few proud moments were smashed on my shelf.
The morning shined with new light,
i found a thing that made my life bright.
It helped with times that were tough,
providing that i did my stuff.
Kind and generous my knew soul,
my future no longer burning in a hole.
The thing that saved me form myself,
a memo of it on my shelf.
Many worship it on Sunday,
maybe i will go join them to pray.
I know if i do my bit so will he,
or maybe he is a she,
the gender the looks doesn't matter,
as long as i save people from the hell hole batter.
