So much can happen in a day that you never really know which is the right way. Right left forward or back, you constantly feel that you're under attack.
Demons, angels, your own mom and dad, you tried to fight with all you had but you get buried under the emotional debris, begging and praying that someone will see.
But you've gotten too good at hidin your emotions, so nobody even has the notion that you're not okay.
You're not okay but you continue to pray that maybe someday, someday you'll be in a better place than you are now.
Cuz right now, you do good to wonder how you'll make it to tomorrow, buried under the compounding sorrows of life. But your life is precious, it is oh so precious.
And like every precious gift, sometimes it is gone too swift, like a sweet scent in the breeze with a quick gust it leaves.
But we must take this time, and like the words in this rhyme use it to reach others, treat them like sisters and brothers just tryna help one another stay alive.
Help one another grow, for once you see others grow then you yourself will know that you have a purpose on this Earth,
and that your life can be like a warm hearth to a weary soul lost in the cold, seeking refuge from the storm of life.
Search for others afflicted with strife, take away their knives and show them a new light. For no one in this world is truly alone, and somewhere, everybody has a home.