Maybe It Was A Mistake

The death of a loved one will have you searching for love in the wrong places,
The vulnerability you obtain will have you trusting the wrong faces.
I remember just last week the priest asked what were my sins,
I told him sacrificing it all trying to win.
He asked how was winning bad,
I replied, “God wouldn’t want to touch what I’m about to grab.”
The life of a man who lost it all and gained peace in hell’s paradise,
Is a story of a man who took a gamble and rolled hell’s dice.
Reciting my fifth Hail Mary, I wonder if the pain will ever go away,
The priest dropped his head when I told him God does not listen to what weak men have to say.
They say dreams come true yet we wall have a plan,
But what if my dream does not agree with my plan?
So I ask myself what am I suppose to do,
When I have worked hard and dreamed big yet I’m stuck with you.
So I stare, I stare into the night,
Thinking to myself, should I even fight.
When nightmares become the usual and darkness become your guiding star,
It becomes logical to think that peace is too far.
God never gives you something you cant handle,
Pressure begins to build in my legs as I look up at the mantle.
Reciting my tenth and final Hail Mary, I wonder has God made a mistake,
Maybe he has given me something I cannot take.