If I Ever

Now God forbid, but if I ever became unfortunate, this is how I would live:
I wouldn't beg for money, shelter, clothes or food.
But I would request paper and pen
So I could write about my past, and how I got to this life I now live

And I really don't know why that would manifest
Don't know what wrong turn I would have took
But I'd write every thought down
Probably turning those thoughts into a book

And as people pass by, they would stare curiously
I'd hope that they'd read my work
And learn from my indirect teachings
But I don't need your pity, you can save your sympathy

And if I never ever made it
I'd hope that when I'm long gone, someone would find my work and recreate it
Show my words to the world
Teach my story to every boy and every girl

And in that moment
My spirit would feel great success
Because I've given a message out of my great mess

Tell the people that they can do it
And you don't have to be ruined just to get to it.