I was alive, born to die, my twin 6 I;
What a life too strong to buy, divide, slide hide.
So I sit among this wreck;
The world as it is trouble in my own skin.
A lot to give might I live;
Much wasted time am I to survive alive.
Broke do I take a stick;
Dig a ditch.
As I find mind bind can’t see what will be;
Up & down, all around.
Below the belt, I tried not able to hide;
Broke in the smoke.
Need, plead, the joke is I’m broke, hope to cope.
Don’t think about the past, experience, days, be quick to forgive.
Become a child, finding it simple again, no wonder trusting in no other;
What a blunder, choose life, easy to say;
What a mess, I made, can’t afford a shade, do not borrow the blade.
V is for vessel
And J is for Jesus,
Praise is the way;
Our God is mighty power beyond the way.
Hope brings life;
Only pray to make it every day!