If so, I will pray So all to a delight of soft paths My worries vanquish And never must i drown in anguish But if so, i will pray. Does God hold favor for I Depressed and unkind I bet he tires of me now Same prayers of exhaustion Must i just curl and die He never sends back an angel One to deem a keeper So I await the reaper Under the scenes of bloodied skies Where his lust for souls lies And i neither proud nor afraid This is where my soul is laid These sands of broken shattered hearts I recognize some to be my own But a heart too broken can never be mended So i look upon hell Cast a spell, curse the demons They who bound my life and soul to such miseries of this earth I curse the one i told i loved And whispered my love to them I curse the bruises and faded scars on my neck For healing and letting me go beyond that day I curse you, for reading this, and not asking me if i am okay. Say Raynolds? Do you wish to die...?...
Well it is not always about making a great speech to uplift souls or stop people from making terrible decisions with happy words a loud voice and a smile, there are situations a great sunshine speech cannot heal or a loud voice cannot reach or a smile cannot penetrate... The sad things in life things that cause people to just, give up... When the simplest words could have saved them... You are not alone.