To be born
your body made a pact with death
And from that moment all it tries to do is cheat

god were you made for me
I’ve heard that too many times
am I just to be passed around
till I break in someone’s hands?
a china doll
no longer in use

what is this tyranny,
i see,
creeping and thriving, ever so free,
under your corrupt reign,
my woes are flowering,
thorns ever growing,
misery ever blooming,
yet never relieving,
I'm bound in struggles straightjacket tight,
as you water these weeds that choke my rights,
what can i do to display my dismay,
except lament and cry everyday?

The seemingly easy
might hide difficulty
that which is difficult
on practice could be accomplished easily