Full with mistakes
Hoping I can correct and rightfully direct my ways
Fully displayed with red
All over, painted with distaste
A man only cries when all is never enough
When failing, is all that is left or right
We all have a savior we must find
In flesh, I must write
The topic never passing mystery
A mistake
Another mystery
Again I fall, failing to land
So where is my own savior?
In flesh, I must write
Must I fail twice over?
Maybe till I hear that voice of redemption
I am tired of this place,
A place filled with thorns and rocks
So I say where is my own answer to all these misdirected steps?
In flesh, I must say
Take it all,
All I want is you to find me
Finding you, find me
Standing alone is a lonely business
Only the night can tell how sad the tale is
So I need you, another again
In this place
In flesh or in love, I must say
dopeness reigns up in here. You got some skills.
Thanks men! Appreciate, we’ve all got skills. Constant refining is my key.