As I get older,more mature
And dwell upon what I\'ve endured
When I was enchanted by the allure
Of thoughts and actions not so pure
Acquainted with those I shouldn\'t have been
Forgoing good in lieu of sin
Holding My cards when I should\'ve said gin
Which worsened the quandary that I was in
Living My days as if they could be my last
Not as guaranteed as those in My past
Just when I think the die has been cast
My reflection confronts Me to say not so fast
Failures that depressed Me no longer do
As perspective has usurped those I was used to
We\'re told three outs are the end of an inning
But now I choose to believe that they\'re just the beginning
The times that I\'ve thought of or tried suicide
Often preceded by the tears that I\'ve cried
Cascading from eyes that have since opened wide
To those thoughts having themselves all but died
Because life\'s a job and I\'ll work till My death
Not one by My hand,but one nonetheless
So as to confront what too long\'s been suppressed
Not so much as that which I have as that not yet addressed
So Mom and Dad Your kid\'s okay
He\'s made it through another Day
Just how I can\'t begin to say
Though I assure You it will stay that way
Now each time that You look down on Me
You\'ll be proud of who You see
And that\'s how it shall always be
Til We meet in eternity