My Number One
I used to look in the mirror with shear guilt and shame
A new day felt so far in the distance I almost gave up
I was emitting hatred through every bone in my body you could see it coming through my skin
Feelings coming up so often it would break the common man
A new day
Laughter and joy has filled my heartI look at the ones I love with a great deal of empathy, remorse and loveI ponder about the day I can share my life with my son
I will show him that there are good people in this hateful world
I will grow with him so I can understand him on a deeper level
I will coincide with such passion that when night comes I will subconsciously pass-out
smile beaming from ear-to-ear
The day will come
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