When I was little I used to pray
That God would just take me away
And give someone else another chance who's more deserving to stay
Someone that would appreciate every little bit of the day
Why is it that the people who deserve life the most
The ones who have terminal cancer diagnosed
the ones with the loving parents holding them so close
Are the ones going up to great the Holy Ghost
Some days I wish I could just be a sacrifice
For those who's lives should be maximized
In exchange for mine where I fantasize
About the one day I'll be in the resting final place of paradise
Why is it that I'm still alive to this day
Instead of in a box where my body is supposed to decay
Still wanting to just be able to slip away
Wondering why my departure was put on delay
Maybe it's because it wasn't my time to go
Maybe it's because I, myself, still needed to grow
Maybe it's because my soul still hasn't had its time to shine and glow
Maybe it's because God doesn't think it's time for our first hello
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Taylor. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.