Living life like there's no tomorrow,
what's the use existing in sorrow
Constantly praying hard for Better Days
See through me if life through Better Ways
Life's never escapin' from touch of the devil
Devil and angel constantly in battle
I was once lost, but now I've found
Through You Lord, my knees on the ground
I was told to be evil since birth, result from cursed fathers
Guess now even our birthdays are cursed days
Born in life filled with pain, in the worst ways.
Witnessed too many deaths, had too many tears,
Just heard of another passed on, we were like brothers,
Attended the funeral and saw the family, what can I say,
Keep your head up, never stop praying for Better Days...
Thinking back as a child, who would have guessed,
That in not too distant future, I'll be stressin'
Faced with demon's play everyday
Tempting me to sway in every way.
Gotta stay focused now, its hard to be optimistic,
When you see yourself lying dead on the ground twisted
Lord I'm down on my knee praying
To guide me in my ways till I ceased breathing
Is death and suffering part of your plan
why curse our birthdays when it's not our own ways
Tears of blood flows down my cheek
While I pray to you with my clasped digits
Lord,please hold my hand and lead me the way,
Till I cease to exist and forever in Better Days
Give me Golden Wings to soar the Heavens
Safe me a place in Your Heavenly Mansion.
This poem is written in spontaneity in memories of the people whom I know who had passed away recently.