Another Rhyme

Take a step back from this life
and all the things you’ve seen, all the discord and the strife
and just try and imagine it without the benefit
of a God to see you through all of it
it counts more than a little bit

I don’t know if you’re feelin excluded
I don’t know, but I have concluded
that everybody out there has an demon
tormented by it in wakin’ or dreamin’
it’s got some sort of contention
with who you wanna be, or what you wanna do
wether it’s a girl trying to take advantage of you
or a guy who hurts you as a way to
express himself through
uncontrolled rage, he can’t ever verbalize why he abused you and bruised you blue

And of course these aren’t the only things torturing people out there
I can name a million things I’ve seen
The first friend I ever made just got over his narcotics addiction
and who am I to judge him- I was an addict at eleven

I’m feeling pretty good tonight
not seventh heaven
but I appreciate the way it feels to be happy, because for so long I wasn’t
and I know that out there
you’re scared
you’re divorcing that person you once gave your life to
man, what has this life come to?

You’re depressed
haven’t expressed
yourself to anyone-repressed
walk around your room undressed
cos you don’t give an expletive

why take a chance out there when you can’t even stand your face in the mirror
oh why does God put me through all this terror
I just wanna break glass
snap necks
whatever it takes, cos this is me unchecked
and I sob against the pillow cos I’m too
shy to scream

I actually do care if somebody other
than You hears me
I’d probably hurt them if they tried to
help me
how is it I’m supposed to cope with all
these things at once, why is my house now mortgaged
why’s my girlfriend pregnant?

Dear Lord, is there something you’re trying to say to me?
I don’t think you’re getting through to me
cos all I am is gone, done away
I’ve become someone other than the person you made
and I’m sitting here at the end of all my bad choices
and all my pain
and all these dreams I nurse despite few reasons to hope for them
I just can’t let go
I’ve gotta still spit this flow
and so

if it’s writer’s block or you just got dropped
from the job you needed to keep living
if you’ve flunked too many classes to graduate, and you’re wondering how this happened
and if you’ve been battling with yourself everyday to get the way
you want to be
see the face and skin you wanna see
do all the things you dream,
live for right now and be free
I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, and believe me,
I know that feeling deep in your chest
when you’re stressed
and that bitter speech and hopelessness
and how you’ll refuse help from the few who love you true
I know right now how hopeless it is- not looks, IS! It is!
and I know you don’t know if you’re praying right,
cos sometimes it seems like you’re unconsciously trying to spite
the God of the universe, cos you know it can’t get any worse
I know you’re trying to hold on
I know you’re trying hard
if you find yourself going through hell, just keep going
keep going
keep going
keep going