Humble but brave

Everyday I ask myself why?; I humor myself and try not to cry.

Anger, resentment, and filled with doubt; guess thats what my life is all about.

I hang on to my pride with the help of some humility; in hopes that some day I will have some stability.

Constant struggles with love and joy; I continue to exist with parts of me destroyed.

They say that every cloud has a silver lining; what happened to mine, I guess they were lieing.

I know one day my time will come; I'm gonna face it like a man, "I will never run!"

Be it life or death rich or poor; I'm gonna ride this life out till my face hits the floor.