I have been given a gift
and it haunts me at night
that ever present feeling
that somethings not quite right
I could sit here and tell you
of all the things I have seen
I could begin to reminisce
on the fact that it could have been me
That one you see
the one sprawled out on the street
It could have been me
That one you heard of
who gave up his rights and ended up taking his life
I once walked down that road
Now I sit here
Sometimes feeling completely alone
Thinking
Wondering
Would it be different for me now
Or would I be another statistic for the crowd
Challenged with the fact that I am different somehow
As if I carry the heart of a different kind
Comically being told that my life isn't mine
simply put, it's a cosmic twist
But it seems to state, that Im not the artist
But the reality is
as I mentioned before
it's not meant to remain in the window of a store
Given to me so that it might shine
brightness offered
a blessing from Divine
no longer hidden on that back dusty shelf
It stands polished and tall, far greater than wealth
This gift that I speak of
Is of course my own self
and no longer am I kept
In bondage and in hell
I have been set free,
with a story to tell!
and it haunts me at night
that ever present feeling
that somethings not quite right
I could sit here and tell you
of all the things I have seen
I could begin to reminisce
on the fact that it could have been me
That one you see
the one sprawled out on the street
It could have been me
That one you heard of
who gave up his rights and ended up taking his life
I once walked down that road
Now I sit here
Sometimes feeling completely alone
Thinking
Wondering
Would it be different for me now
Or would I be another statistic for the crowd
Challenged with the fact that I am different somehow
As if I carry the heart of a different kind
Comically being told that my life isn't mine
simply put, it's a cosmic twist
But it seems to state, that Im not the artist
But the reality is
as I mentioned before
it's not meant to remain in the window of a store
Given to me so that it might shine
brightness offered
a blessing from Divine
no longer hidden on that back dusty shelf
It stands polished and tall, far greater than wealth
This gift that I speak of
Is of course my own self
and no longer am I kept
In bondage and in hell
I have been set free,
with a story to tell!