To be alive to be alive

Sometyms in greatest hours of lyf,

u face grievances for wich u cudnt do anything,

even wen u wanted to do. . .

lyk a tied dog to a pole ,

unable to do anything,

bounded by d will of his master,

eatin up frm inside,

can't cry n can't speak,

only wat remains behind is d hollowness of d person behind,

how gud or bad yet,

we miss d person tonyt,

still we ask self ,

wat we cn do nw. .

for death would take its toll,

frm tym to tym,

For nw its d departed one for now,

then someday maybe u,

For tonyt u may close ur eyes,

to head up the start of a new day,

To be alive till u r alive. .