Life's been tough,
I've been living rough.
They all ask me,
How I haven't had enough.
I tell them that I just smile,
It'll all get better in a while.
Why don't they all understand?
My house is not at all grand,
Forgive me if my clothes are second-hand.
Some days I wish that I had food to eat and a roof over my head,
Some days I wish I had games to play and a nice, warm bed.
I pray to our Lord everyday.
Every time, the same thing I say.
Food, money, house and happiness,
Wanna live a life, that's at least half glorious.
Not asking for much at all,
God, please listen to my desperate calls.
Want my parents to be satisfied,
Instead, their words come out agonized.
They'll never be proud of someone like me,
Wish they would open their eyes and see,
That I am praying harder than I should be.
The tears roll down my cheek,
They shake their head,
I'd rather be dead,
Than to be known as helpless and weak.
Then a friend of mine tells me,
God gives his biggest battles,
To the strongest soldiers, who can handle,
Whatever is thrown into their damaged lives,
Until the Angel of Death arrives.
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The Four Elements
PoetryA compilation of poems written by me about a bunch of different subjects, including the world, friends, family and many more.
