What is the purpose to your life?
Where is the truth,
do you remember your hopes your dreams
they are no longer your own dreams there mine too.
This day is for living and also dieing at the same time.
This day is for living your own way don’t let this world capture
your heart and your passion lost to a thousand
creeps surrender to the scream this is not a story this is your life.
Down in the shadows of your darkest sleep
next to the precepts you hold the most tears.
Your heat is in my profits.
Hour pon hour like a bm and ids
fuse we bring bright light like a teeranchila
and right though the sky the skin and
leave my poison within you.
I hope the way of the dark shadow
within me will let me see the light of you
but until then there will be hate and sorrow.
By: Isaac James Chappell- Mims Jr3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.