The Won War
Why was it so hard
To play the cards
That I�d been dealt
I had always felt
I shouldn�t have been born
Just to face all the scorn
That I found around me
It was difficult to just be
If I�d been given the choice
You would�ve heard my voice
Very loud and extremely clear
Crying out, �I don�t want to be here!�
My life was full of distortion
Why didn�t Mom get an abortion
No matter how hard I�d try
My body just wouldn�t die
There was something for which I would pray
Every single minute, each and every day
Just one time, to get it right
Until my throat was very tight
So no longer would I breathe
To put my tortured soul at ease
Let there be no doubt
All I wanted was out
Please just let me go
It is hurting you, I know
But your pain will not last
In time, it will pass
Just as I have done
Now my war has been won
So allow me to sleep in my grave
For you see, of life I�m no longer a slave
Poem �Copyright 1997-2005 James D. Cahala All Other Content �Copyright 2005 James D. Cahala All Rights Reserved