cursed with a candle, with long wick..I'm longin' for more, but where greed meets pleasure..start to purge the poor, hard to stay the same, while the world steady changing...
ask God for sympathy..He replied you've had it since you came in...and I know son there's things you cravin' but there's blessings abound....even now I'm astounded at your life, I hear pleasant sounds..when I oversee...
If only you'd openly accept it, like a closed book..a story's hidden, but still erected, could you make an exception? just for the moment...write words like a barrage, the mirage within you should be an omen...minds an ocean, deep and vast and I can see, if only you knew what opportunities there is to come, and what the future brings.