Random Rations

From a wounded heart.

When I sit down idle, I think a lot

And then I realize so many things I didn't spot

I thought I had people that had my back

I never knew I'd fall and be left to lack

I thought I was weak, but I grew strong

Kinda think they've got me all wrong

I'm a success, I'm a star

Whatever you say, you could burn or char

Whether good or bad my dear, life goes on

Nobody cares if you keep the candles on

Just like a person that dies; washed and buried

So is he forgotten; soon and hurried

This, young champ, is not the end of the race

I believe you can end this with a lot of grace

There's so much blessings the world cannot give

And so it wouldn't pay not to forgive