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My Way
Please Lord help me out-For I fear the world has forgotten me,
They're plotting to see- The end of me.
And in my demise what will there be?- Pain filled eyes and merciful pleas.
So if you exist- Help me please.
I'm on my knees- Begging and pleading,
And it's hard to see- Because my eyes are bleeding.
Mourning and grieving- Over my own past's death,
These lines that you are reading- Is all I have left.
I've given all of myself- And received nothing in return,
I've worked so hard- And nothing has been earned.
Many lessons have been learned- As my soul was burned,
Desperately fighting to keep myself out of an urn.
And I yearn for happiness- But it's avoided me lately,
The value of my life has depreciated greatly.
It seems the whole world has started to hate me,
So all I can really do is pray for my own safety.
And I'm asking a God I don't believe in to save me,
It's a self-contradiction- But I don't want the world to replace me.
I want them to embrace me,
And praise me- For all that I have done,
As cliche as this may be- I want to be the chosen one.
Hated by many- But loved by most,
Accepted world wide- As my talent and passion grows.
I want to be remembered- For the words that I write,
I want all those that hurt- To relate to my life.
I want all those that doubted- To hate me 'cuz I was right,
I want all those that believed- To remain within my sight.
I want all those that fought with me- To no longer fight,
And for all those who saw the dark with me- To finally see the light.
At the end of this tunnel- That we all know as life,
And I want the burden I carry around- To finally be light.
I've struggled so many years- And at times I've lost my way,
Even though I question it- I still continue to pray.
Because the world that I live in- Is full of shades of gray,
But I'll make, I can feel it- So I just live day to day,
And in the end, when I'm gone- I can imagine what they'll say,
I started at the bottom and made it to the top,
And I did it all My Way.
Michael C. Lucas
