I see bits of me in other people although I do not understand how it is said we are all the same
I feel quite unique and it does not seem to change
As I am getting older and more mature
The world is progressing so grand
The logic seems quite tragic
Or perhaps I cannot understand
Others seem to roll with the flow of Change so well, I feel like I have been thrown in the *** that is boiling me up Getting me tender for hell
I pray each day that God will open
my eyes to The brightest way
He brings happiness in my heart
That will forever stay
Even when the world is basking in evil in revolutionary ways
Assured I am The Holy Spirit is with me
For protection through these days