Where will I go?
If not in heaven, will I go in hell?
What will I do?
If not decency, will cruelty dwell?
Life in this world is chaotic,
Each of us has it’s own weakness.
To deal with those weakness is often exotic,
Since people are known to be relentless.
Because of our sin we often feel worthless,
And think unacceptable to our life maker.
Depressed and stressed, feeling so homeless,
That we’ll never be absolved forever.
We made mistakes because of our imperfection,
We make sin so often,
But is doesn’t mean we’re not especial at all
In every thorn is a rose from within.
