Fought

                                       

                                                  FOUGHT 

So after staying alone in the junk yard of a certain town,I realized that I was not meant to be there at all,you really know what I mean,right? Been staying there in one of those areas with no comfort at all.What you can only see is the pain inside of your heart and mind all the time.I tried to stretch my legs but it was too hurting that I could't stretch no more.I look at the the skies but I could not see the light at all.

I then switched to the other side of the town,an idea come my way as I thought of starting something new,something that that could change not only my life but of those with the same music playing in their ears.Yes I know you want to grasp each and letter that I spit from this mouth of mine but then it seems tears are starting to drip as I type.

Nobody came to my rescue except for two,only two people if not one. I was more than broke and weathered ,had no courage in the pockets of my heart neither did I have any power to lift my legs for a stroll down the streets of the ghetto,the answer is just NO!

Give me a handkerchief I wanna wipe the tears a little bit ,they are blinding my eyes. I remember sleeping in a bathroom of some other people I barely knew.I wanna thank them though because they didn't chase me away instead they give me food to keep me alive all along.

I could wake up in the morning looking for a job in the city but I had no luck at all,not even a blink or an ounce.