Where I Live

Where I live there's no peace or tranquility.

Every conversation turns into an argument and every agrument turns into a fight

Werid, right?

Where I live .... I'm known as the liar and the devil's child.

And much more that I won't say because the conversation turns wild.

Where I live there's a rug in front of the door that says welcome, but

it should say happiness is not welcome here. Because at the door all smiles disappear...

I choose to believe I'm destined for greatness even though I'm called a failure.

They choose to believe everything alright

because unfortunately

all the horrific things happen out of their sight.

And I try with all my might to survive each and every night.

I know I'm a sinner, no need to remind me of my past.

But the friendship God and I made is going to last...

forever.

"Forever?!" the devil laughs, at my sorrow he laughs at

but I'm willing to get past that.

Where I live .. depression is so often I've mastered it to perfection.

Every obstacle is a lesson they say

well when is this lesson over? 

I pray

Where I live is NOT where i belong nor where I'm going to stay.

I stay in concentration on my final destination.