Sep 05
Misery , Misery , Misery,
Raining down on me,
I hope that there is a rainbow in my dark clouds,
My doctor ask if I am ever suicidal
I said “hell no I want the angels to carry me away ”
On that special night or day,
I want to see their smiling face .
As they carry me off to that special place ,
I have thought of taking a packet of paracetamol,
Washed down with a bottle of alcohol,
But I had a change of mind ,
My life is not mine,
My life belongs to the great creator,
I am a child of god.