The Intruments of truth , our Ears Why we wont listen

Lost but willing to be found
When I fell in love with lust to fornicate with sex
The journey I took I was learning to enjoy pain
I took without asking , I was a thief being chase with a theft
I gave envy my joy to review my sadness
That brought my pride to priceless my mess
These negative thoughts to entertain temptations
How many time do we have to be set for playing spade with Satan
Why do we love to say its peer pressure
When it`s just the youth today doing what they want to do because we did the same thing
Just to fine theirs struggle without coat in dept with winter
As time is not to short to tell the world we just don`t listen
From generations to generations where God said lack of knowledge
Our ears is close to hear but what we lust for
Fear kept us listening

Author's Note

My son Prince when he was 4 , now he is 18