1-14-09

As I walk through the cold, my story unfolds
Like I was hustled and snow was the work I was sold
I was conned, lied to with the stories they told
A young man, but these bones hurt as if I were old

When I was young, every day seemed like spring
Felt like a king, Christmas came I got everything
That I wanted it seemed, now it’s so cold it stings
“Let us fight on” is the song that we used to sing

But I grew conflicted as everything shifted
Realized things weren’t the only way I was gifted
Some burdens I had to carry and others were lifted
Lucky enough to have proof that my God existed

And so I go through the snow cause I’m on a mission
To keep my head filled with Godly ambition
On to the act cause I passed my audition
Even though it’s cold I walk despite the conditions