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I Hope I'm Not Too Late

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I hope I'm not too late. 15 hours of rain, to a place where I'll change, never the same. Alcohol and drugs become so selfish I won't budge. 16 in the bank nothing matters, this weeds too dank. My loneliness is all I see, feel like God never heard my plea. I'll barely escape I've tempted fate. 17 I used to be I'm thought now a man, not manly. 18 weeks of hurt and struggle when it comes to my pain I'ma be transparent like a, window pane. I'll run to the feet of the father while voices in my head ask me, why bother? I'll kneel at the cross where grace meets me love is all I'll see. My one and only, my father, call him my soul provider. I'll do what I can I'll beg and I'll plea but his gift was already freely given to me. I feel temptation calling me to the past, but he was and is the first.... and the last… I just hope I'm not too late. This is a poem I wrote myself about my life before, during and after moving to LA and the trials and tribulations I had to go through. All of it is by me and the music was done by my good friend Matthew Willet.