We’re not perfect, but we’re not hopeless either.
I’m tired of being the man I’ve become
Hoping in promises as sure as the rising sun
Fighting each day to stay complete and whole
Fighting with whole heart, mind, spirit, and soul
Failing each day a little more than the first
Peering into the scriptures to find some self-worth
Friends and family say I am beautiful
Hard to believe when I feel so pitiful
All they can see are my words and actions, which are lies to them
Their eyes can’t see my heart, corrupt and devastatingly grim
But, Ah! Remember Jah sees all things
From the top layer of skin
To my most hidden inner workings
Blessed I am that Jah forgives
Knowing this gives me strength to live
difficult it is to write how I feel
Just a daily thought that has been revealed
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