The Home for My Heart

Who knew life could move so fast? As if you're running a race. I ask God why I am here on Earth. My life is like an empty fantasy, As I lay down cold in mud and blood. My heart stores pain like a safe, As lies there, hidden and bleeding; It doesn't have a home to live in Like a thing.... stabbed in the back, My body is cleaned but my heart soiled red. It's easier to be strong in my head, As brave as a lion, yet intrinsically I'm weak. The scars and wounds of my heart can't be healed And I don't have a home for my heart, The world isn't my dwelling place anymore. Toiling all day, week and year, From the cradle to the grave. The weekdays where I learn to swim; The weekends whenever I drink, I go to sleep, the second I blink. Every minute felt like years As I stood in line; While tears flow from my eyes. May God never allow That I die before I return.