Who am I?
A man made from the earth, with a fate already set?
A list of doubts, ready for me to devour?
Am I to take the pain that my father has left me?
Am I to change the course of the story to make ends meet?
Am I to lift my burden, or be dropped to my knees.
Am I different from all the rest, or just a face in a crowed of familiar faces?
I feel thoughts of pain, thoughts of suffering,
Am I to live in this despair, in this living hell.
I drop to the floor, to call out your name, I hear no answer.
I raise it to another volume,
I scream to the top of my lungs!
"If you are my King, save me from this death I live."
I still hear no answer.
When I felt there was no use, you got down, to look me in the eye, whispered into my ear, "Rise."
Without a thought, I rose to my feet,
wiped away the tears, stood up straight and forced a smile from my weakened lips.
You told me,
"My child, my sweet child. I made you for a purpose, I never set you in hell. But gave you life, so you may live it for me!
What you saw down the road, you will not be alone.
I will be by your side, I do not lie."
I looked upon my feet to see a path to follow.
I looked to the west and then to the east, saw angels praising and
Singing "Oh be thee Lord of the most high, who will live for ever and ever."
I joined in with the choirs,
As I walked on my way, towards the sunset sky,
disappearing into the light.
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