Regret
The world views me different
Sometimes, I think God does too
The man with 5 strikes
Now tell me… what ima do
I tread lightly
Unsure when justice will fall
Trepidation before every step
Present for soul-call
Be like a child
Was the motto to follow
But this boy became a man
And life
Life, was a hard pillow to swallow
The darkness is cold
And the sun don’t always shine
Like a shadow
The rain follows me
The thunder, keeps me in line
The lighting is my light
But it’s capricious and far off
My luck has ran out
My grace has shriveled up
The man wants to be a boy
But life
Life, ain’t got no restart
“Needles pierce my ailing body, and my pain grows greater. This life of mine, which has been like a disease- what is its meaning? In all the world I haven’t a single friend to whom I can unburden my soul. Truly all that appears to the eye is only a flower that blooms in a day.”
