Chances to Take

When will it be my time, To know who I am... All that I see is the fear to close Snapping and hissing At my door.

There are no more people to help, My friends are gone, My love is dead And my spirit is thrashed. Tears are all that stop the horror From leaving me alone.

I just need one day, To say who I am What I want— Letting the world understand The man that hides Among these white sheets.

“Do we know ourselves, believe the hopes deep in our hearts, can we possibly see the world through the clouds in our eyes. Know it and do not cry as life takes you piece by piece.”