They ask me why I write.
I guess when it keeps me distracted at night
It's hard to sleep with all the rhymes in my head
Guess it's better than wishing I was dead.
Dad won't stop yelling, mom won't stop crying
And I'm just in bed, sitting here, lying
Not just to myself, but to everyone else
Saying, "It's gonna be alright."
But that's what I've been telling myself for too many nights.
It's different now. I have found the King.
My Holy Father, the One who gives me my voice to sing.
A voice to rhyme...
The strength to climb...
Straight to the top
Where I reach for His Hand
And in His perfect, Heavenly arms I land.
It's beautiful here; there are no more tears,
No more worries, and certainly not any fears.
Residing here is only joy, hope, beauty, and strength
Because through Him, I have changed.
Funny enough, He was ALWAYS there
Begging to take me into His loving arms and stroke my hair
Take my problems and whisper a changed lie
Because honestly now, everything will be alright.
My favorite verse is 1 Peter 5:7-
I love knowing I can just give it all to my true Father in Heaven.
So when the hardships of this life start getting me down
And the suicidal thoughts start coming back around,
I grab a paper and pen,
Talk to my Father and then,
He alone gives me the rhymes to write,
The strength through my days and peace to sleep through dark nights.
He alone is the reason why I write and honestly, the reason I'm still alive.