Poking at clouds

My God, How do I get the closest to you? I’m lost; how do I find you? Please God allow me to find you.

I pray for the salvation of those who I love I’m worse than I ever knew that I was I still see them alive every time I close my eyes And their parents are still together Cause Dad never lost his mind. My dreams are haunted by their footsteps I can’t find my way, All I do is talk to my children, In my mind every day All I do is talk to my children in every rhyme that I say, Cause I might not get to meet ‘em, Live life like a heathen, My soul is food for demons, These are jewels I’m breathin’, Long as my heart is beatin’, I know Betty Jean’s dream hasn’t been beaten, Words spill from my eyes, Due to all my lies and cheatin’, God save me, God save me, My mistakes play on repeat over a beat, And it’s driving me crazy, I live in darkness love wonders where my heart is, Penning poetry in purgatory, Passion and pain are partners, In this life that I live so far away from the path, I pray that hope forgives me, I guess I’m just like my Dad, In my inner most thoughts, Never spoken out loud, I’m just trying to see my son, That’s why I keep poking at clouds… Even when the light has passed, the truth is present.