Finding peace

Sometimes life is a struggle. So i put those problems on paper and try to write a miracle. All i try to do is get my life on a steady lane but those emotions, pull me over so easliy its a living shame. that i'am living. Not my father is a dying game. He is already dead but nevertheless wrapped up in death twisted chains. iam sick of all the sickness, tired of all the pain. how am i suppose to fix a puzzle when the pieces always change. Why do everything bad happen to the good guy, listen to your family or your girl all they tell is a good lie. i hope soon my life get in order, i feel like a porter trying to find peace in a world full of torture. I am trying, we all are. we speak our mind so often they stop listening. its time we spoke our hearts and stop reminiscen. And look toward the future, so bright when we get there it will still be glistening. we have to follow our dreams in a orderly manner if not those haters can come and throw it all away with slander. We have been through hell. So lets try and make it to heaven. Hold my hand and we can walk through the light together.