Worries are created by those that don’t live
Don give in, or at sight you might witness end
…before a begin…
Time in my life I cannot comprehend
I depend only on my self
But at times, even myself is bad for health
Work wirth the cards that are dealt
In Pain, im a black belt
I see death and torture everyday, clock in to witness
And for this get paid
As an RN, Gaylord Fakker
To work with peoples pain and dismay
And was displayed the 6 month dead body of my son
To the sight , I was never trained
Adultery I was blamed, carry the burden of shame
But who is to blame?
The fatherless child?, the street guided individual
That depended on music for the guide
And still I know no right
But what is given to my eyes
