I feel as if I had wasted my life my accomplishments were few and very dry
As I stand alone in this room filled with darkness
My ability to do good as always remains spark-less

My soul feeds on empty desires and hope
When I perish from earth; will my family be able to cope?
Mourn my death till resurrection?

Turn your gaze to someone who deserves your love and affection.
Of my skin women desired my complexion
Gravity itself cuts you off
But from me to you that was never my intention

Simplicity and uncertainty is surrounding the grey clouds of my mind.
Conquering different ideas but haven't come close to arrest the gift of thought.  
Constantly reminded of the Shadowless creatures I continuously fought
I give thanks to God because from his sons blood I was bought

After the sun has faded in the west
I'm suddenly touched and absorbed to ignite the flame of life
Encouraged by many to leave behind the madness and strife

Precision thinking is a must
I refuse to give up and return back into dust.

Weak I once was
Yearning the wrong I once wanted
Materialistic views I had and yes, I would flaunt them

Well, I have come this far....
I let gods word pierce both my body and soul
I'll write it on the tablets of my heart
To keep me balanced and forever hold the key to self control.  

-Marco Mondragon