You hear everyone saying, "You know my name, not my story."
Well my life is not the definition of glory.
My mom was sick all my life,
I wish she would be able to see me become a wife.
I used to think that it was because of me,
Now I just wish jesus would have heard my pleas.
Caring for her impacted me more than the world,
I become depressed and took my life in my hands and hurled it.
Like a boomerang, it came right back.
I have to find my knack.
I joined the fire department and the brotherhood,
From then on, I knew it would all be good.
My spirit became lifted,
I met the love of my life who believes that I am gifted.
My life is coming back from being crappy,
I am finally getting to be happy.
My mom was my life for nineteen years,
Now it is time that I live without my fears.