They say when u are hurt,
It brings about your better work.
That your pen become greater and the paper becomes its greatest,
& people are going to love it while haters will hate it.
But remember your perception of me don't come wen I make it,
Cause this here gift is mine & this is one thing that you ain't taking.
See I live through this gift I express myself through this gift,
Trying to grab on is like grabbing rain through a mist.
Its not your to take it is Gods to give,
& it all came from the experiences through which I lived.
All facts not fiction I write how I feel,
A pen closes wounds that sorry can't heal.
I see me & my little family near a beautiful beach,
Just running along getting sand on our feet.
My 4 beautiful children & the love of my life,
As mother nature holds such a beautiful sight.
I feel soooo free really how can this be?
Feels like God just took all the pain from me.
I feel kinda strange I dont know what to say,
He woke me up in a beautiful way.
I thank the Lord for this beautiful day!

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