Life, what was it for?
Oh, that hope has closed all doors,
to leave but walls and nothing more.
Here where time has chased my dreams,
as unused pages fall in reams,
from out my pith of deep despair,
this loss of self seems so, unfair.
Oh, that I have ceased to feel,
a walking limbo waxed by seal
of fate, not to be denied,
by promises that have been lied.
I have cried alone for truth.
In this world there was no use,
no place where I belonged.
I worked and prayed, my soul be saved
from this tomb, a breathing grave.
An empty fruitless destiny
is mine, till I run out of time, to see
the springtime turn the barren tree
to green, I wanted love and more.
Now I ask of life, what was it for?
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I'm living large and everybody is hating on it but me because they love me, i love how it is my family love t to, i get what i want and when i want, i take no for an answer!!
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