157 weeks of being doomed.
It has honestly been 157 weeks since my last journal entry. I might say its for the best considering the tragedy that has followed these dark days but i have let anyone down who cares to read this. I find myself wondering all the time about life and death and dipping into one another mixing paints to create my own masterpiece and here I am. I am reopening my journal to all. Here comes the oddness..
Grass blows slowly and evenly across the plain
As the headstone is placed in his name
I often wonder what was the difference,
I thought we were the same
But he was opposite in so many ways
He was a lover and a father
To his woman and his daughter
Out committing sins so his family wouldn't suffer
As I look back at past school pictures
I noticed that I seem to be in all of them
We was homies no doubt until the day he died
So forgiving yet understanding, he led a thug's life
And now im waiting for God to call my name
Carry me home so ill be whole,
I'll forever be your friend.
Grass blows slowly and evenly across the plain
As the headstone is placed in his name
I often wonder what was the difference,
I thought we were the same
But he was opposite in so many ways
He was a lover and a father
To his woman and his daughter
Out committing sins so his family wouldn't suffer
As I look back at past school pictures
I noticed that I seem to be in all of them
We was homies no doubt until the day he died
So forgiving yet understanding, he led a thug's life
And now im waiting for God to call my name
Carry me home so ill be whole,
I'll forever be your friend.