"Im afraid I won't complete what I've started,

now my dreams are now nightmares

my faith has departed,

It seems shattered,

I've picked of pieces,

and gathered

a deeper meaning to scattered

but this ladder not about to climb itself,

IM STRESSED

rather balatored,

i'm tired beat up and battred,

I've tried talking to pastor,

I swear that pride is a bastard,

but I fathered it,

it was stray,

I lead the way,

though I Follwed it,

wondering who's fault is this,

even though it was obvious,

eyes in the sky while I drive I try not to fall or trip

stumble at the most

but I'll grab a cloud to ensure my

Grip"-Halton