For all the time passed by,
So many questions asked why,
If only being able to ask one,
What would that be for?
Wanting to ask if I have a purpose,
Or if I am just a loose brick,
Who can not change the world,
To a better place for all.
Or maybe I should tell him,
How unfair I think he is,
He took a life away from me,
that I was supposed to carry.
But if I am to say or ask,
Just one thing at last,
That I think would be,
That I still love him.
For he is my god and creator,
And I will bend to his will,
But I will not keep quiet,
When unfair is done!





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