The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 19

I Try

Can things get better here or there?

Does anyone even care?

Is it fair to be here and leave so many over there, but I try.......

I try to be the best of it all, from lover to friend,

But I feel I have to pretend........

I have to pretend that my heart feels no pain.....

I have lost FRIENDS who were suppose to be there till the end,

But with hurt I have to pretend.......

I try......

I try to keep things calm, no need for alarm,

I have laid myself over the bomb....

Hoping the particles doesn't shatter and hit everyone else......

I tried to protect them all......

I walked before I crawled.....

But I took responsibility for the pain that was caused.....

No one is at fault for my numerous flaws.....

I broke laws just because.....

My every thought is that it shouldn't happen again....

So I try.......