Let heaven embrace me,
For I am half-dead,
Let hell resurrect me,
And kill me instead,
I’m walking upon my blood tracks,
Looking back in regret,
Improvising for redemption,
To rewrite what I have said,
Imbedded to comparison,
Though imperfection is cursed upon me,
Marked for judgement,
Mistakes blow like the breeze,
Walking through life Blindfolded,
Making choices when I couldn’t really see,
The unknown covers out my path,
As I step into tragedy,
Misled into imagination,
When reality over throws deeply,
Uncontrolled sadness overrides,
As feelings mend together easily,
Praying for the impossible,
Even if lies are made out to be,
The truth is hidden,
Underneath every emotion we see,
Day by day, the more I acknowledge,
The more I’ll know,
The more I think,
But the more I’ll show,
Reasons have no meaning,
As long as intentions are so,
Lives are to be lived,
In whichever way-we can only hope.
Can’t change back a meaning,
When it’s already said,
Crying till infinity,
When faith had already flead,
So why bother to do,
When it’ll repeat again,
We are only human,
No better than the dead.
