The Unfortunates


I lay in my bunk wondering
How am I gonna get out when is my day gonna come?
Stuck.stuck in this rut, I don't know where to run
I don't know if I gotta chance for all the chances I let go by
I can't take this anymore; I just want a better life
It pains me so much till tears swell in my eyes
what about me, God? Is the thought of hope just a lie?
So I do what I can, just to try to get by
Maybe I'll get a place, maybe this is just a test
But I topple over from all the stress
I get so angry it forms a pain in my chest
I scream, a silent scream only God can hear
Maybe I don't say enough to get to His ear
So I pray as hard as I can:tell me, Lord, what I have to do to be a man
I feel I do what I can
I don't see a competition for someone for me to be better than
Pride is not my poison, but still I fall
I wish you to take my life and be done with it all
But still, I stay here
And I try to see the blessing in this
But all I hear are the snakes around me slither and hiss
Tell me, please, is there really a point to this?
Am I being punished for all the bad deeds I've done?
My memory is unclear; can You at least tell me one?
This is not a protest of arrogance, it is only me
Out in this world, trying to get a lick of sense
Possibly vanity to feel like I should get explanation of a sin
Maybe the true test is to find my strength within

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