As I stand on the edge of the room, my eyes blink back an ocean
now Niagara falls runs as my tears, I struggle with my emotion
How can one be so frail, and the other much too vicious
And how can God carry on, surely he must see this
How could he have…….
Sorry im choking on my tears, and my speech is mixed with slurs
Let me tell you all this story, and how it will come to be your words
The piece of paper in my hand dripped, the words smudged from the rain
I closed my eyes and tilted my head, trying to shut out the pain
As the drops of water hit my pale face, and slid to hit the floor
I gripped the paper tighter, hoping he would do no more
I want to let my spirit soar, I want to explore this earths wonder
I no longer want to ponder about what is to be discovered over yonder
The pain grips me again, and i scream out the lord name
How could this fucker ever indulge in this Child play and game
And as the climax of the events hits it then will hide us
Because it can provide us with the features that can slide us
Past the overtime of beginning, so I looked for better days
As the knife slit my throat, lying bleeding as a 8 year old,such a young age
Im guessing you still don’t see, maybe I didn’t make this clear
Sacrifice a few seconds of your time, and lend me you ear
And now I stand where happened, where I was taken for this earth
Travelled to God, body broken, laid on my back in a black hearse
This curse of men was all I was shown for, I was just another victim
Yet god gave me another chance, another way to say I missed him
I now stand upon this world as a spirt, a ghost, some shall name me a sage
This destiny of life was never foreseen to be written on the page
You see, what I see I what you shall see in times that are yet to pass
Your life will be shattered singly like mine, a broken pane og glass
In just another window, youre not special, its just what it is
And as I stand waiting for you I only now begin to realise this
The man raped me, not because it was destined, but because its life
And seeing god is the actual ending of it all, not the slice for the knife
So this night you will not surive, because I was brought back to view
Because what happened to me, will happen to many others, maybe you
Oh and the words on the paper….they were your words
Words you will soon speak…words many others will speak in turns
Why Me?