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