A Beautiful Season
As I open my eyes the pain shoots through my head
I swear some times I think I would be better off dead
I love my wife, kids and friends, empty they would be
So I’ll remain that lonesome vessel sailing across the sea
They all know that I gave up, gave up all of my dreams
Those of all the power, glory and living blatantly obscene
I had power on the streets and power up in the pen
Know that I was once proud to be the very breath of sin
What is it like once we start trying so hard to change
Know that every facet of our life we must re-arrange
One day I started teaching about trying to reach our dreams
You see it is blind people that walk through Demons schemes
Demons schemes are hard to see, do you know the reason why
Just like in a storm the clouds will cover, all the blue up in the sky
Demons schemes are like a dream, offering all the pleasure we may feel
Some days for me to not fall back on them, takes every drop of my will
See every single day that I stay clean and stay true to myself
I gain just a little more insight as to what is truly wealth
Wealth is a frame of mind, offering freedom to our soul
I write my poems because I wish to simply reach that goal
And the one thing that I wish, the one thing that keeps me here
Is because I hope that just one soul won’t go, through all my tears
You see I have tasted emptiness that is as cold as cold as can be
I only hope that one of you will learn, Please don’t end up like me
Today is tomorrows past, so make it last, be all that you can be
Praise the Lord every second and say, I wish to live for thee
Storms will come and they will go nothing ever changes that
Trust in God and know in your heart, his love is where its at
He knows our prayers before there spoken as we kneel to pray
Bound to his will as well as time, if our prayers shall come to bay
I Praise him for the pain I’m in because I know he has a reason
And at the end of all the pain, will come a very beautiful season
Yesterday I overdosed so I figured I should add that information in
To be a true example of right we must include even the accidental sin
I could not believe the words I heard as they said you’ve overdosed
Though the taste of death in my mouth was as familiar as buttered toast
See I have tasted death so many times that it is like a long lost friend
My life is still the same only difference is, the truth I will not bend
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This story is the truth and goes with my blog
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