in my days when I was young hope filled my mind. I was looking for some sense of who I was.
In my days the pain of life kept chipping away at my heart leaving me to ask why must pain be so cruel.
In my days I felt the loneliness and the tears poured out of me like a dam bursting and flooded my land making me drown in the misery of the ocean of life.
In my days I wondered around hoping somebody would be my friend and tell me I was good
In my days I was praying for laughter and joy so I could smile and bring the light of heaven out of me and then I would not be trapped by the darkness of the world.
In my days to come I will still hope, pray and ask for days of beauty and happiness. In my days will live and be in my days.
J