A soul is not a given, it is a prize. earned by those with tears in their eyes.

Who fight each day till their last breath. And give their all. Till there's none left.

A soul is found in the journey of hardship. A soul is not something you have, but something you target.

I shed a tear for those who have come before.

To get old and know that the future will decide to ignore me

I shed a tear for those who come now and those to come after

Having to clean up the mess that was made, instead of having fun after

I she a tear to the parents who have lost and buried those that they have spawn’

Knowing that only the dust of time can cure the pain cause at dawn

I shed a tear when I hear that part of our youth has been expired

When those who can no longer cope and becomes defeated and tired.

I shed a tear for the soldier fighting a war so unclear

Looking for a world filled with compassion, and yet finding none here.

I she a tear for those that are in search for justice

Asking the question why? The answer always given, “Just is”.

I shed several tears for the loss of our planet

This world is in the muck, and this is where we ran it

For the trials and tribulations, the bricks upon our shoulder

For those children who lost the right to exist one more hour older.

For those who fear the flooding rain that coming

For the one that sees the light, but it’s actually a rain that coming

For those who try to sweep the skeletons under the dresser

For those who give up and fall under the pressure

For those who believe that courageous is something that you have to pretend to be

For those who think if we are not one in the same, then I am the enemy.

For those who want me dead, just because they are no kin to me

I shed a tear for any one mentioned in this verse.

Mostly I shed a tear for my eyes, my blessing, and my curse.

I write to quench the thirst to be understood.

Say the things to those that most others never would.

I speak to those who see life as cold, harsh, and dim.

I write because if I didn’t, I would be just like them.

I do it for my family who gave up everything for this.

I do it for my friends who help me find where the door is.

I write because I have something to say about this place.

I find it hard not to get a pen and paper and show my distaste

Therapy in my rhymes calms my thoughts of the negative

Allow me to find that thought and reality, all relative.

Pushing my talents to fit those that are in my dream.

Calling this passion, is like saying the Nile is only a stream.

Allows the real me to live on through the form of reading a text

Transforming me into a beast possessing a beating chest

Fear and tact, leaving me after the very first line.

No longer feeling like a ******, their very first time.

With every poem written, a negative feeling lost.

With ever rhyme Written; I become an ocean from the frost.

As a storm from a shower, an inferno from the spark

A thought from the abyss, creating a hero from the dark

I write because of a need, because there is more within

I write to soothe my passion, steady the beast that I store within.