To live a life is to be alert
Otherwise you would have hurt
Yourself from beng a jerk
A life like this is a hardwork
Incoming troubles I refuse to accept
Happy memories are what I have kept
To God almighty I have so much debt
How can I pay him if He's 'right;' I'm left?
I might be called a restless wanderer
Because I don't want to be a constant sufferer
I have a broken heart and mind full of clutter
When will things get any better?
In my heart I know miracles are the only way
To keep me alive and things to be okay
I trust in Him , even if it's not today
To endure this life is what I always pray.
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