Not Even Finished After Death

My heart breaks every waking day
To know that I have done nothing to help
I feel useless to you and everyone else

I’m tired of talking about happiness
When you can’t see my words
I’m tired of talking about life
When all you see is death

Yet as much as I grow tired
The fire in me burns brighter to keep going
I’ll live an unhappy life until I make yours better
And no! I’m not just saying these things

I won’t stop until this rage in me is satisfied
It won’t be satisfied until I make everything right
I’m not a saint or an angel
But I’ll attempt to be what they all stand for

I’ll never give up this conquest of freeing your pain
I’ll never give up this task until every lost soul is free
I won’t give up on anyone no matter how mush it pains me
I will never leave anyone’s side… Not as long as I can breathe

And when the time comes that I must breath my last breathe
All I’ll utter out of my dying croups is
“Everything will be alright.
Please be happy and live your life.”

Then I’ll stand at the gate of heaven
And I’ll cause so much chaos
Until God grants my plea
To make your life a happy one