i think,
i think that
i was
never meant
for this earth.
born,
i was blue
in hue,
my parents thought
i was going
to die.
perhaps,
perhaps at birth,
it was
my destiny to die
before i
ever lived?
i guess God felt
as if,
this life was
in need of me,
and what i
had to give?
i have served Him
with the life
that He felt
i needed to share.
from barely breathing
and blue
at birth,
Jesus knew that...
what was in that
baby's heart was rare.
as the man that....
He has groomed me
to become.
i still remain a
tortured soul ...
my heart always bleeding
with no chance of
ever being numb.
there are days that...
i privately wish
that blue baby
would have never lived,
just some....
just some days.
i can't save the world,
i now know
but i
really really
want too.
next time that i am
blue and
barely breathing....
please......
please let me
go.