Cremated

In a sun drenched park...
puddles dried up...
the river still runs high...
with muddy waters..

this is my home,
beneath the underpass..
this slab of rock where i lay my head down

drunken slaves
have much more hope....
but i stand still.
afraid of it all.

this world dropped it's sky on my head..
within a moment,
i was forced to adapt,
or end up dead...

all i could do was cry out to God for grace....
but i didn't hear His voice...
i wanted to cut my self to end the pain...
but i was to ashamed to give in...

fighting to live in the new world...
with brand new eyes...
before i had everything...
i had last it all now...
so i fight to make another life from the ashes of my death