Life Of Wrong

So in this life of wrong,
I am just looking for a place I belong.
I seem to walk the path not taken,
but don't be mistaken
I won't back down or retreat
I am not just another piece of meat
on the chopping block of life.
So take out the knife
and try and cut me.
I won't make no attempt to flee.
I am the only one willing to sit and wait,
till my opponent screams "CHECK MATE".
I may be down but I am not out.
Life is not only about
survival but living.
Taking that chance and believing
that you might be the one to make it
but you have to be the one willing to take it
to the the next generation
the best God creation.
The savior
or the destroyer.
I will be the best at what I do
they don't even have a clue.

One day

So here it goes,
you always hear stories about heroes and foes.
That the hero gets the glory,
but what I realized when i was writing my tale,
it never goes that well.
It appears to me I am the one never to flee,
I always have to be
the one who can take the pain,
and never gets to gain
anything in the end.
When I am just looking for someone to lend
me a hand in this life
not take out a knife
and try and be a hero.
See the truth is i'm no superman,
Shoot i am not even in a clan.
But regardless I am always there,
willing to bear
it all,
even when I know I will fall.
I will walk forever,
just so you will never
feel hurt,
or be buried in dirt.
See I can;t fly
but I can die.
But i will not fail.
One day you will tell a tale
starting with there once was a man
who didn't have a plan
but he ended up saving Earth
and is now buried in the turf,
not in a tomb
where flowers can bloom.
Because he was just a normal man,
without a plan.

I want

If I were to die tomorrow,
I'd hope that people would not say
that he was the guy with all the dreams, and aspirations,
but lacked the motivation.
I would hope they would not say he was notgood or bad,
or that he was just there.
For if this is what they'd say I know I would not be able to take it.
I want people to say he was so broken he was fixed.
I want people to say he was the eye of the hurricane,
the only safe spot in a place of complete hell.
I want people to say he was the one running into the fight, not away,
I want people to say he did not just wait for the wave but paddled after it.
But if anyone ever spoke about my death I would not know
because I am dead.

Weeping WIllow

I am like a Weeping Willow,
magnificent and wonderful from the outside,
but in the inside a beaten old tired man,
leaning over with the pain from the past and present.
This wasn't what I intended for my life,
but just like a Willow tree,
I gotta' take what ever blows my way.