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The life I live is not of my own. I know not when He’ll put me down. My past has caused dear ones to frown, But my present proves that I have moved on.
I know I am not the same guy, And that’s the blessed reason why I don’t regret for my dark past and cry, But accept the present in humility and try.
Once a cause of tears to many, I no longer desire a fool’s company. Gifted-life’s blank pages, if there be any, I’ll fill them to make someone’s days sunny.
The world may still point at me And mock me for what I failed to be. It’s their life, their opinion as per they see; It’s my life, saved by same God to be just me.
Living as imperfect as I am, I learn nothing remains the same- Not even your sorrow or joy or shame; Nor your status or health or wealth or fame.
Thus with all my imperfections, I live and keep feeding my passion Of scripting my mind to tell the nations, That we’re born to unite not cause division.
That free-will exercised by men Is, by its deserved outcome, proven If the soul is headed for hell or heaven. To judge and reward, only to God it is given.
A Anato Swu