When I am put into the ground,
Do not weep or make a sound.
Nothing can be said or proven at that time,
Losing your chances was done like a crime.
It does not matter how hard someone tries to speak up,
The water ranneth over the cup.
Its not that I am a bad person or wrong,
Its about never fitting in or a place to belong.
This world has offered many heartbreaks to me,
I begged to my God and ask for peace to be.
He did not respond to the prayers I have sent,
So on with the rest of my journey I went.
Cherish the ones that you already have by your side,
Learn to listen at times and swallow your pride.
You never know when God will call you home,
Because it will come soon for the ones on earth that roam.
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