why do I write , why did I fight
yet, I fought no one, but myself
the things i kept inside, the thing that i hide
was it lust for money, without feelings for love
the toys i had, without any love
i will say it was somewhat an adventure and somewhat fulfilling
yet, i had an empty spot in my heart
i felt that no one cared and i could talk to no one
not even myself
i knew what was right, i knew what was wrong
had plenty of sense, yet still all alone
had plenty of money, had plenty of friends
yet at the end, i had no one
my life had now changed, i found my first love
he name is GOD and he has my heart
my life is now great and i face no pain
he came to me in a different way
it wasn’t in jail, but now i will sail
i have challenges in life and i will now prevail
things that i’ve learned are the reason i write
to release the past and to do what’s right