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I am a rebel against Society and Government
They teach our youth murder and violence
I am never sure if I should accept God, cause the name of God is stained in blood
Racial or Religious hate don't matter cause it's society seems to teach
So what happened when I was rejected
I fought back
I got battered and beaten so very badly
I was wreckage
Then you came along and took me by the hand
You pulled me to my feet, I found something worth fighting for
If I can make the world a better place it should be for you
You were my net my blanket of security
But then when fell into the seventh level of hell I was surrounded by demons unsure of if I was meant for you, doubting if my fight was in vain
Tell me can you see the fact I don't know how to go on without you
I don't mean there just to talk
I mean there to hold me when I need to heal, or hold me up when I need you
without you I am lost
A name with no persons to hold onto