Friday, 29th December 2017, 6.07am Lord, I woke up today, weary Burdened and feeling eerie I woke up with weak limbs And my heart heavy with sadness I woke up,

God, let me go home to a wife who loves you more than me Who loves your house more than our house And loves your son more than our sons

Lord, how do you want me to lead? If I cannot lower my temper? At the very bottom of the meter? Lord, how do you want me to lead? If

If she wanted to call she would have If she wanted to reply that text She would have done in an instant Because you matter to her If she wanted

Oh, wretched man that you are Will you not look at your scars? And keep what harms you far? Oh, wretched man that sins Will you ever stop being mean?

I can see the burning coals in my neighbor’s soul Lighting his eyes red and turning his heart cold I can see the hate fueled by the words of others

Lord, I remember the days I used to fall prostrate in tears Blaming you for the misfortunes in my life I remember the days in pain I asked for a

There’s what a farmer sees in a barren and untilled land There’s the form that a sculptor sees in a trunk Just as there’s thirst that thrives when a painter’s

It is deep in the wee When all should be still But the clock ticks And crickets sing It is grave-silent Only the smell of dark Crown this night But

If I quit today The sun will still rise And the moon will not change its size The flowers will still bloom And the clock hand will still be up

I cannot afford many things The fancy and fun life I also lack But I am leaving the world a mark

I want to die, fast I want to rot in dirt And do away with this mask This mask of fake smiles And the yearn to be first I want