I understand that I been chose
I understand to be and not to exist anymore.
Hundred billion people in the world and my spirit came to this body  all the tears I cryed all the foolish things I have done counted worthy...
...to do in this life.

Friends what is the definition?
I feel the warmth of my mom but only in a sacrificial position.
They have been hear longer
Longer then my old scars of tension.

I never thrown away there love even in my early teen dispensation,
Well once cause it felt like the love was religious but now I get it or do I?

I'm scared to get it and not understand why people walk out my life! When is this thing called life gunna end? But am I worthy to step in that realm yet?
No cause I still want to live and figure out what love really is ....
Is rejection a face of it?
Compassion on your enemy the speech of it?
Your best friend leaving you in the street to die now becareful of him?!
Or what about the time where the world turned there back on you because of your own actions and you can't say nothing else about it..?

Ladies and gentlemen these are the faces of love Cause I'm still here and as the rain on my window shade drips on the grass in the dirt, I grow from my mistakes, this love,  my hurt.

I took the pain that I flick on myself,
When you take the pain of your enemy then that's another something else...
And that I worship and praise who knows maybe all these things will bring me to that place.