The Unlucky Son of the Earth

Years ago my life was but faith
living each day with no hope for another.
Now my life is a dimensional winds blowing from all compass.
I don't smile nowadays,
for my gods think am not worthy luck,
yet every night before rest I sooth myself
that tomorrow will be better and I will have something to smile about.
Days are gone, but the pain still lingers.
Of how true my feelings lived,
you wouldn't know, since you left before time.
How I wish it could be different,
then gods will die of boredom and I'll be left to mourn,
atleast this once.
When the sun rise without my smile,
know I send my gratitudes for making me godless,
and I will remember you when my time of death meets the end of life.