Lonely Nights

Wishing and hoping

Wondering and in thoughts

Where are you?

To hold the Queen of this Nation?

To live in peace and to compete the final chapter

Out there somewhere

Hoping and praying

Wondering and wishing

Praying in thoughts

Somewhere out there

Looking at the window pane 

As your shadow looks back at me then disappears

A sad image

Thinking and weeping

In thought

Mind-blowing and at peace

A Queen of this Nation

Waiting in the Lonely Nights

Nights filled with silence

Hugging my pillows

A memory fit for a King

Fit and made for me

Praying and Hoping

Wishing and Wondering

In thought

As I lay there praying

Wishing

Hoping

Looking back at the reflection of the shadow

I see you there

Fit for a King

A Queen of this Nation

Where are You?

lonely nights

Written by Lyrical Passion

Tired of…

Tired of waiting on the lies of promises that was once told

Waiting forever for promises to come through

How long are you going to keep me waiting?

Opportunities continue to knock again on heaven’s doors

Impatient to follow through according to plan

Bored by some of life’s transgressions

Tired of waiting and looking at the passing of the day

Trying to make the most out of the day

Trying to become positive within the sweetest creature God has made

Time waits on no one and yet I still remain in this hole

Trying to find the instructions to pure happiness

How long will my happiness last when I laugh or when I smile?

It’ doesn’t last long and I look at the life that I am living

Yet I’m tired of the promises

The lies

The disappointments

The smart mouths

The strangers that tends to judge my actions without knowing me

Tired of being tired

To find life and happiness once again

In love I don’t find happiness unless I allow it into my heart

Is he worthy of my happiness?

His non-commitment of a bunch of bull which I’m tired of

To deserve to be happy in my own personal disguise and personal space

But yet I’m still tired of all the fame

The games

The lies

Unseen faces that are fake

Secrets that are hurtful

Impatient for no reason when I’m tired of waiting for billions of years

Why should I have to suffer much longer than intended?

I deserve not to be sick and tired of being sick and tired

To wait

But yet that’s life

I’m also tired of being angry at the world in which I blame at times for wrong-doings

Opportunities that hasn’t knocked on my door in awhile

But a long time as I wait yet again for blessings to pour out of the sky

The blessings that I once deserved

Then again I’ll get tired of that too

Or maybe not because patience is a virtue to the earth

Nothing is wrong with being tired

To wake up feeling lonely and depressed

Thinking about the future which can be stressful

But I’m still waiting on promises to come

tired of..

Written by Lyrical Passion

Left for Dead

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Hi

My name is Syah

I’m a 3-year old girl

All alone in my own little world

My mother has neglected me

Abandoned me with nothing to eat

I walk around with the same clothes on

Looking for love and left in the dark

Cold

Alone

Broken-hearted

 

She’s crying out to you God!

Can you hear her silent cries as her little toes and hands are reaching for love

A mother who is always strunged out on drugs or beaten to death by men that she lets in

Syah is all alone watching the abuse

Left for dead

A deadly sin

God please help this child as she is all alone

No food to eat

Nowhere to sleep

Bare-footed walking on diseased streets

Eating food out of the dumpster where she can only reach

Someone save her from this place of Hell

She tries to scream and yell

But no one hears her painful cries

Invisible black child

Left alone in a disquise

Who will help her and save her soul?

In a world of trouble 

Left for dead

Roaming the streets trying to find a place to sleep

Old men looks at her likes shes money

She gets frightened when they try to touch Syah funny

“Syrah RUN!” 

A voice in her head said

She yelled for help

Running back to the home that has neglected her

Somewhere she wants to call her own

She watches her mom being dragged down the hall

Beaten again

Tears starts flowing

Then a man grabs Syah and lays her on top of her mother..now dead

She closes her eyes and sings her favorite song until she couldn’t sing it anymore

Breathing stops

Body still

Shot mulitiple times

No more breathing

No more crying

Meeting her mother in heaven’s eye

Left for dead

Only three-years old

No life anymore

Angels carry her home

 

Written by Patrice “Lyrical Passion” Rivers Copyrighed January 2014 (c) 

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