Sinner

Some morning's I wake up, I wake up mad,
All this rage inside of me, building, I end up dead,
Holdin on to the past deals, tryin to maintain inner peace,
Tryin to hold on to whateva sanity that is left,
So many secrets from me this world has kept,

Even though I am not loud, I want you all to know,
My life ain't straight, but through this struggle I'll show,
Picture me in a perfect rhyme,
As it ends until the next time,
When my eyes ain't dry, the tears of madness I cry,

God forgive me if I choose not to believe,
All I'm askin, is just a bit of love in this world full of masks,
As I go about my everyday task, I seek many means to get by,
Riding with my sins, carrying them plainly in my sight.

(11800096)   Copyright © 08/01/05 Ronil Tataria