I'm "going hard" no I'm not alone
Ain't found a place yet to call my home
I'm hungry call me an animal
Looking at humans like a cannibal but I ramble though
leave your thoughts jumbled in your cantaloupe
I've lost hope for the past because it our future
Living in a world among leeches and moochers we call them losers, dead beats and abusers
Funny how beggars can't be choosers
But I write to save the world you see
I may not seem phased   by all this gravity
So let me put this weight on you
What can a no name writer do
Write on brother and sisters
The pen is my weapon
Paper that ammunition
Make an impact on a million lives is the mission
So I take shots here and there daring and dizzy
Put my words on this paper could it be that easy?
Sticking to the grind till they miss me

Why so sad my morning angel
did the darkness clip your wings
pull your heart down here from heaven
to settle where the reaper sings.

Why so sad my pretty blossom,
see your weakened petals fall
once you ruled the wildflower hillside
with hope and wonder for us all.

Please lift your heart and sing a lovesong
sing of aching burning need,
sing of limbs entwined and stirring
hidden places, planted seed.

Won't you lift your song to heaven
spread your wings and count to ten
'cause lingering deep within your passion
is where I found my soul again.