I want to be one of God's angels
With bright flashing lights
And white wings that won't let me down.
I want a white gown with no rips, no bruises, no lashes, no deceit, with love,made from the people who talked down on me.
I know God, I'm not perfect
I've done things I shouldn't have done.
But, God I came along way,walked on volcanic eruptions and striking of lightning to get at your gates.
I want to be the reason you open your gates. I want to be in heaven's gates.
I always wanted a friend, a long lasting love that lives til death and lives in angel secrecy.
God, I want to be in your arms, where you tell me you love me, and that I made you proud. The things I've never been told before.
I want to see the rested act restless
Children being loved and not neglected
I want to be apart of the protection, where keeping the good and even the evil cold hearted people walking.
God, I shed too many tears and I never really asked for your help. Because, I felt like I want to be the one to say that it was my pain not yours to work your magic.
And I thank you, for being the only one to say, that I made you proud.
Because, we both know I came along way. I don't want to just stop in the middle of the road! God, please open up heaven's gates.

Now a days people act elastic
But, really are easy to expand and pop through tantrums
Some act so **** plastic
Like barbie losing all her attachments
Nowadays streets don't even lead home
They lead to detrimental bullets and death with no warning
Now music isn't even catchy just about flashing money and gold chains.
Now a day people don't care what goes on in your head because, they have to tolerate their "fame" and try not to lose all cells in their brain.
Nowadays love is decreasing, nobody really says it anymore and people rather cheat than stay with the one who would bow to their feet.
Slowly by slowly, the world is losing faith
Because, people rather teach to hate and to annihilate than to love and populate.
Everything is about color, race, and weight.
But, steady complain that the world is on crutches because we are the biggest bone in it's body that's steady breaking.
And nowadays people rather just sit back or skip the line
Instead of waiting and figuring out it's not worth being behind.
And nowadays this is go unheard because nowadays people have selective hearing.
And nowadays there's going to be a small percent of kind hearted people who never gave in
Because, the earth is revolving around still on broken Faith so that we cause a better change instead of breaking, untie and killing every good seed that plants in it's wake.

How amazing when I hear them as soon as my head hits the pillow
How low they are to be intentional
How savoring when I hear them as soon as I wake up
Crazy thing their not even my thoughts.

I walk out the tunnel, and they stop
Backtrack go around and their they are again.
Their words are like jet black spiders you can't see at night.
Dangerous, sneaky and conniving.

The whispers know that I'm listening
Just talking amongst themselves to make it seem like their busy
And I , walk like royalty with my head held high and my body in a line
And they sneak into my head like potion
Giving me deadly signals, so I won't win.

***** all of this integrity
That you have my back through death to angel secrecy
But, I see how you work
Giving my heart a heartache
While yours still works.

The whispers stand right beside me
Touching me with soft hands but, sharp nails.
And every minute of the day I'm growing
Into realizing that everyone that walks beside you, will also walk behind you.
And that's how people do .
So every morning and every night I deal with the whispers that try to break me, but really make me stronger.

I dare you!
I double dog dare you!
So, close to the edge it's almost a promise more of a bet.
I wish you too!
Please for me!
Oh, how many people would live to see you jump.
Close your eyes and hit the floor.
So, whose to say what
To jump.
Or in what order.
On chronological mischief of desires.
To watch someone who tore you apart, realize that finally they are breaking down.
Jump!
Jump!
Jump!
I am not evil you took the worst part of me and made a sequel.

His body is my shield
Protects me from the dangerous needles that pin point me away from his touch.
His eyes are my world
Takes me out of space and into the galaxy of a distance where nothing ever hurts me anymore.
His arms are my clouds.
They lift me into sky so when I look down I feel like I'm on cloud nine.
His voice is my symphony.
The sheets of music that echoes through my ears in the middle of the night so I rest.
On his chest.
His chest, is my pillow.
Where I can hear the beating of his heart as mine, fades in & out while his beats as I listen to his soft symphony.