I write Not for tomorrow But for today Because tomorrow isn’t promised I promise
God loves us all And has the answer... But Why are some babies born with canc…
I think outside the box Because I’m off the equinox I can walk and talk But I’m not a paradox Because I got the lock
One An individual Totally unique One Earth
Darkness and light Fight for my days Yet the darkness is the Shadow that stays Not evil, not depression
I feel it everywhere But yet I only care How I’m getting there That’s mine and They have theirs
Back in the day Before I knew The way I would have gotten mad At what you
I can keep going Because we’re here to stand It’s all the same And we make plans Thank you
As I lay dying I can’t help but say I might beat this I may
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
Sound in my unwritten cloud Tangled and dripping turned Upside down. And the movement from creation Is glowing westward bond
My brain is on a Manual shift From the words that fall From your lips Come on now
Death come for all us All of us alike... So why are we concerned With color and height?
Just got off work. It’s raining, pretty cloudy. About to go bizirric Unless I blow some loudie.
Sometimes when I’m alone I begin to cry Because I know I have you Always by my side The thought of us