Sunday, February 01, 2009
I grew up in a so to do familyParents worked hard just to support meI was innocent and youngOr maybe i was ignorantI thought the world was a beautiful placeUntil that fateful dayMy world came crumbling downI thought i had great friends and maybe bestiesUntil they took off their mask, they were my enemiesWhen their fist was thrown on my faceWhy was it that my heart hurts even more?I wondered,Is this earth or hell?Maybe life is about moneyMaybe life is about making myself happySo i played with girl's heartsOnly to realise i was the one being playedI went against the law to make more moneyBeat up anybody who stood in my wayNo doubt i made money, dirty moneyI splurged and spend, to realise im spending my life awayOne day i saw my father's tearsI saw my family breakjust because of my foolish mistakeI searched my heart, high and lowonly to realise i threw my own soul out of the windowMaybe hating the world was the right feelingBut it got me on the wrong pathMoney is evil when put on a high place in our lifeBut its a friend when we spend it smart and wiseWe come from Nothing, We go to NothingWe leave the world with onli memoriesSuddenly, it all seems empty,What i was working forA kind Pastor in training tapped on my heartA change in life was what seems bestit truly is, coz it certainly beats the rest
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