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My youth is painted with endless memories

they linger in my soul

and lift me up high



In times of trouble

I can look at the sky

I cried to God for mercy in my life



Oh, please bless my mother

she held me so tight

that was my purpose

in my life



God, why did Daddy leave her

when she needed him most?

Now as I watch my sister

obeying his rules



I wonder why that couldn't be me



Why was it so hard for me to even give you a name?



I sit with these painted memories,

racing through my brain.



Yet everything's alright

I have peace recovering my pain

from mental death



and d e s p a i r



I'll be okay now



I'm an a n g e l

to my stars



I forgive my enemies

never again will they torment me.



For the rest of my life,

I'll be a peace-maker in spirit.

I rest in peace on my homeground,

my heart is prepared for the next trial

that forces pressure in my soul.



Goodbye, numbness.

I think I've had enough.

It's my turn, now, to fill the cup.

I'll fill it with love and understanding

and life-long happiness

that only the patience of a peaceful soul can conquer.