Make It Right

A soft soul buried beneath hate,

Is a soul unsure of it's fate.

I ponder late nights if my buried soul will ever be set free,

Used to dream but now I have nightmares of what I don't want to be.

Ambiguous thoughts turn into un-forgiven mistakes,

Grief and anguish is what these mistakes create.

My actions speak to my pain,

While my words speak to how I am able to maintain.

The soft voices of death creep into my mind,

Praying to be set free, wondering if these voices are my sign.

Lacking the love one would get from a mother,

I turn off the lights in my life and just sit and wonder.

Wonder if with her would I be a better man,

When in doubt, would my father tell me "yes I can".

A turn for the worst I took some time ago,

The priest said a strong faith is tested when it's at its low.

I would give it all up to wash the tears from my mothers eyes,

Now She's gone and I'm forced to believe the truth is all lies.

This one life they say you must cherish for it's your only one,

How could I face it when my only defense is to run.

I begin to abandon everything that was once dear to me,

Facing the mirror wondering if this is what I want to be.

Pray that I make it past tonight,

If I don't ,before I go, pray to make it right...