Sweet Architect

Sweet architect! I hope you are listening to the clamors in my head I hope you see the pain I feel in my chest I hope you see that I really am trying my best Sweet architect! I hope you’re seeing the tears my eyes harbor I hope you realize that my heart sobs I hope you see me in my origin as someone with naught Sweet architect! I hope you see my soul is a mess I hope you see me try again and fall back on earth I hope you see my laid back at night trying to reach the heavens for help Sweet architect! I hope you see me wishing I could change Become a better person in this age I hope you see that I have been damaged Sweet architect! I hope you see the need I need I hope you see as I fall on my knees That I need a whole new knead Sweet architect! I hope you know that I know that you’re the only one who can Help me with all of earth’s troubling time And let me live the life I deserve Sweet architect! This is not my cry to you but a plea Like a poor child to a rich King I reach out to you for a meal! Sweet architect! We both know these chains are not mine But I got them while I was trying to make it in life Please help me break loose and survive Sweet architect! I know that you are all where At days when you are needed You’re always near Sweet architect! I now plead with you to come; save me and my mates From this trouble we have to eat on our dining plates And move us from where we are to our original place! From a friend that cares, ©Emmiasky Ojex

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