• Young I was, with little fear
    Oh how I wish the younger me was still here
    Young I was, with so many hopes
    but now those dreams are less afloat

    Grown I am, lost in choices
    pushed to anger by little voices
    Grown I am, broken and sad
    realization of what I wished I had

    Dead to be, but never missed
    now far from the joy of her kiss
    Dead to be, and forever lost
    for my life to this world was of little cost

    In gods arms, I'll find my peace
    all my pain and failures shall come to cease
    In gods arms, I shall weap without fear
    for those with emotions shall join me here

    Look back I shall, and never regret
    the losses and gains of my every bet
    Look back I shall, and forever see
    it was these dreams that had hurt me

    Now I see, that possesions and values matter not
    for in the beautiful realm of heaven I have a spot
    Now I see, that no matter the dream
    god has a place for me in his bigger scheme

    ~Josh Blake