OK I’m walking on the line between living and dying
That’s why I’m crying
My tears dictate my untimely flying
No lying
But I’ve been begging big G time and again
To tell me my purpose since I was 10
No pen
But the keys on the board been steady calculating my story
No glory to me but to GOD who stood up right before me
And saw me but now it feels like I am worth ignoring
His silence to me means my life’s in storing
That’s haunting
The thought is really disturbing
My mind feels like it is bursting
The words keep tryna escape me
My smile keeps it all from running
About the Creator
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