To Be Alive Poem by Robert Rumery

screaming into the night,
like a raven in the night,
as I crawl up from my watery grave,
the cold air hits my dead skin,
the world is a very different place,

the streets are now filled with,
rebels freedom and fright,
life's no fun when your dead,
life's no fun when you can't breathe,
but I crawl up from my watery grave,

take another deep breathe,
as I breathe new life,
once a man,
now I'm immortal,

I've watched my life flash by my eyes,
in an instant,
but know I can't remember who I am,
I can't remember why I died,
I look down at my hands and they're as calm as they can be,

what does it mean to be alive?
what does it mean to be living?

why was I brought back from hell?
was it to make sure the worlds a better place?

the gangsters run these streets,
that used to be so safe,
our kids roam the streets,
because they don't feel loved nor accepted,
I remember a time when everything was alright,

I can hear there screams,
like a raven screaming in the night,
I've watched the world destroy itself,
like I have seen a thousand times before,

the world is a very different place,
I don't know where I am,
I don't know why I'm here,
is it to do some right,
and save the world from itself,

You need to be my eyes,
and guide me,
teach me right from wrong again,
what does it mean to be alive,
what does it mean to die?
what does it mean to be Alive?