Sunday Morning

Not sure why I'm here

Just thank Jehovah I'm not there

So many mistakes

That my heart remains broken

Misled time to steal more moments

Been aiming to please

Yet avoided like a plague 

My shadow casted like a mountain 

While I aim for its peak 

My cup ran over

Smashed so I could never obtain my fill

I prayed to you in daily supplication

You adorned me in plastic 

Suffocated my existence 

So I'd be a thing of your past

History won't treat me kind

What's preventing me from spilling my mind

Gone in the wind is my truths

Laid to rest I am like my youth 

It's been a long long journey 

And I finally arrived 

I'm survived by a certificate 

That stated I once lived and breathe 

Outside of rubble 

The winds won't whisper in remembrance of me

Just as the greys cried in darkness 

And the tears vanished before dawn

So will I early Sunday Morning