As my life brings with it millions of seed,
Not yet conceived to see the harmony,
When we all came from one God,
It makes me afraid to ask,
What he does not give to me,
What could I ever do,
But stay true to you,
In my life, and in my past,
Many of devil's evil thoughts
Hide and ask me to give up this life,
Help me find the wings,
And use them to fly to my Lord,
My heart is scared now,
Afraid that I've lost touch with you somehow,
No more wise ways I follow,
Instead I think of my hearse,
Who will I trust when I get old?
Besides writing,
The only good I do is thinking,
Lead me to your home and give me life,
What once was envisioned as my wife,
In the end of my life, don't want to bring poison,
To the millions seeds I bring with me,
But life is full of haters,
I fall to my knees to ask you once more,
That it's not my time to go and be scared,
But these thoughts have me gone mad,
When the world will remember,
As another lost child whom you let loose,
On this world before my time.
