patrick rich

Life - Poem by patrick rich

What is the point
of living my life
when I feel so lost
when I feel so alone.

When I'm never accepted
and always shuned
this life its lost
its gentle love.

This world I see
it has no place
for the person I am
and the rouge I became.

I live my life
how I see
to hell with them
they don't know me.

I live my life
in his name
his word is my will
you'll see that today.

My life I gave
to my lord up high
to slay his foe's
and save his kind.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 9, 2008

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