The world's been trying to kill me since the day I was born
My silhouette shows half a halo and a single, evil horn
I grow inside the Light, while in the darkness I am torn
A mile high and falling, calling as my children mourn...
A tisket, a tasket...bouquets of tears inside a basket
If you have a question, ask it...for there lies answers in a casket
I couldn't be there all the time, and I wish I could've, kid
but don't remember what I didn't do, remember what I did
I love you all...I love you more than breath
and nothing can ever change that...not even death
I messed my life up and I've never tried to hide it
but a heart is only as strong as the love that lives inside it
So I write from my heart for the ones I love the most
My children, The Father...The Son, The Holy Ghost
My body may lay in rot...decay...
but lessons still I can convey
Poems written throughout the years
Tribulations inked in tears
Rhymes of times both good and bad
Letters from the dead of the moments that I've had
Sadly...madly...I wrote them all
that on the day that I should fall
you can conquer the pain that the world displays
by reading through my yesterdays...
I write my life for you to read
until the day my soul is freed
and on the day I'm buried...when I no longer bleed...
tell the world it didn't kill me...it only planted a seed...