I open my eyes, and I closed them again,
I prayed God would take away my pain,
I stared at the dark gloomy sky,
And ask myself why I am still alive,
I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die,
Why was I created,?
There are times when I hate it,
Spinning around on a piece of rock of minerals and water,
Lonely, God forsaken places,
Sad unhappy tired faces,
Vacant stares, pitiful eyes filled with tears,
I feel there’s no purpose for me
I wallow in sorrow, I don’t care if I see tomorrow,
I don’t like what I see,
People living in poverty, and misery,
we have wealth and royalty,
The rich always striving for more,
I’m scared of the threat of war,
I’m ok with authority,
But I don’t like people blaming me,
I hate corruption and injustice,
Lies and deceit crush me,
But they won’t break me,
I know that God is for real,
And he knows how bad I feel,
Lord, I know you are there, hear my prayer. A men.