For Lack of better Words

I grew up in placements and prison

Was I born just to come here?

Wasting away year after year

I fear I might have to do the whole 35 years

If I were to live, would anyone care?

Maybe I’ll expire before I’ve chance to see the sun set

I reflect just a moment, to look back

Except it isn’t easy to accept yet

The burden is noted when you know you have no control 

So the only thing you can do is be patient

Trying, persuading your devilish side

Stay calm and pray and God will be on your side

The devil whispering–it’s telling you it is all lies

Why do you try to sort out your fears and swallow your pride

When you look what you up against

Against all odds?

Even though you don’t cry tears openly you feel it inside.

Some days you feel as if you living a lie, just cry,

Just cry