In between life’s mortal coil
where living teaches harshest real.
Mixed between the good and vile
this is the realm we learn to feel.
Our feelings good or very bad
often guide our way in life,
in many ways it is so sad.
Our past does cause us so much strife.
From early years I lived with rage.
Violence was just a way it seems.
Beatings from an early age
it took away our childhood dreams.
The first girl that I really liked
assumed there was some good in me
until my temper truly spiked.
It's when she wanted to be free.
I sit alone and sometimes cry
because of the things I have done.
In retrospect I’d rather die
or disappear and run, run, run.
It just comes out in angers run,
before I know it I strike out.
Just thank the Lord I had no gun
because I would use it there’s no doubt.
After many bad association
where violence has been used to quell
I hope that in this new relation
this time I do not go through hell.
I fight so hard now to restrain
my temper being what it be
From violence I must refrain
once and for all I can be free.
Free from anguish, free from blame.
Not to recall my younger days
Just talk instead of being inflamed
like others in more normal ways.
Now I am married with a wife.
Three loving children I adore
I think now when I feel the strife
No longer use my Satan’s claw.
Satan’s claw is what I call
my way of evil mindedness.
No longer to this way I fall,
now I can make this recompense.
Although my upbringing was quite bad
I feel I blamed my ways on this,
my parent’s lives’ were very sad
and something I shall never miss.
My life has gained in many ways.
My family I love more than all
and life is now something I praise
I thank God each day that I don’t fall
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
In between life’s mortal coil
where living teaches harshest real.
Mixed between the good and vile
this is the realm we learn to feel.
Our feelings good or very bad
often guide our way in life,
in many ways it is so sad.
Our past does cause us so much strife.
From early years I lived with rage.
Violence was just a way it seems.
Beatings from an early age
it took away our childhood dreams.
The first girl that I really liked
assumed there was some good in me
until my temper truly spiked.
It's when she wanted to be free.
I sit alone and sometimes cry
because of the things I have done.
In retrospect I’d rather die
or disappear and run, run, run.
It just comes out in angers run,
before I know it I strike out.
Just thank the Lord I had no gun
because I would use it there’s no doubt.
After many bad association
where violence has been used to quell
I hope that in this new relation
this time I do not go through hell.
I fight so hard now to restrain
my temper being what it be
From violence I must refrain
once and for all I can be free.
Free from anguish, free from blame.
Not to recall my younger days
Just talk instead of being inflamed
like others in more normal ways.
Now I am married with a wife.
Three loving children I adore
I think now when I feel the strife
No longer use my Satan’s claw.
Satan’s claw is what I call
my way of evil mindedness.
No longer to this way I fall,
now I can make this recompense.
Although my upbringing was quite bad
I feel I blamed my ways on this,
my parent’s lives’ were very sad
and something I shall never miss.
My life has gained in many ways.
My family I love more than all
and life is now something I praise
I thank God each day that I don’t fall
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