Finding Myself

Life is a game
God holds the dice
Feelings are full of shame
But you only die twice.

Is my life already planned
Do I live to the expectations
Or will I be dammed
To hell because of no patience.

Love is an out burst
Of things you feel inside
But it turns out for the worst
And in the end we all cry.

Seeing is also believing
Believing in whats right
Hurting is also grieving
Grieving just to fight.

Reach out to the person next to you
And hold on to their hand
Think about what they been through
And friendship you will demand.

I didnt choose to play this game
But I will let God hold the dice
Because we are all the same
But we all dont die twice.