Time tells me that there is no hope,
That life is less worth it than a bag of dope,
How come life whispers hope so softly?
but death screams morbidity so horrifically?
Looking back life seems much better,
Now life seems to just say; "F**k her!"
Nobody cares so why should I?
Why do I have to live when others get to die?
I say this like death is a privilage,
And in a certain way it is,
But it is not as great a privilage,
Than the oppertunity to live,
In life many take the easy path,
While others are forced down the narrow,
Many are pushed into the deep,
And the rest stay in the shallow,
How does one choose top live or die?
This is what I ask and I cry,
"What do I want and how bad do I want it?"
Then I ask myself; "What do I need to get it?"
i need to live and I need to breathe,
And from that answer on God whispers a breeze,
"My dear child I love you,
For I am the One who made you,
You were meant to live and do great things,
So my dear child live and do great things,
Don't listen to temptation,
For it is the pebble in your shoe,
Only there to prevent you,
From things you must do."
And I cry and I weep,
And I look to the sky,
And I see all the reasons for living,
Through God's great eyes.
