This is my testimony lord, I'm coming to you.

I'm humbling myself because your light made me grew.

I want your glory now, lord I'm ready.

See I remember when we'd never have a promising meal to eat. Where there'd be

continues arguments and beats. When I was homeless and in foster care.

Living with people that I was nothing but a paycheck too and didn't care.

Well here's a reality check, I was nothing but a statistic to those ever so cold streets.

Birds of a feather flock together when we were lost kids all we had was one another.

I had to be strong for my younger sisters and brother. Lord forgive me I'm coming to you. 

I'm yelling for the sky, I'm tired of this continuous cry, I have every night.

No one truly understands my situation, all I need is some guidance and inspiration

So I can put in poetry as inspiration. So it could be passed on to the next generation.

I want my story to be told throughout generations so  I can be a revolutionary. 

But I have my own pains. I cant take it anymore I'm going insane.

So how can I be the light when I can't stop my own rain. I can't clear my own storms. How can I

end the cold nights when I myself is not warm? 

I do ridiculous things to fill my empty hole. Because I myself have a broken soul.

So.. who am I to be hypocritical or try to inspire when I'm only human. I'm not as broken

as I think I myself need to value my wealth. 

Because in a blink of an eye it can be taken.