Meant To Be

All water down that throat still not the thirst It can kill,

Loathing for that smartness over the brains,

But you still thudding for an eye to spare you the Tears,

All lust down that chest still no heart with any Throbbing skill,

Shield for that careless head and still with the dry Rain,

But you still thudding for a soul that this body never bears,

It was dark it was lonely for me,

But I still am what I was always set to be.

Turning the turning tables into the dinning for them,

Them who made a difference for none,

But still you cuddle the light in sight away from the Dark,

Running farther south to turn the north in for them,

Them who give you all the night but got you blind for the sun,

But still you cuddle the wires to the energy and give away the spark,

Never wanted hatred or the pity to see,

But I still am what I was supposed to be.

Reaching for the sky or rubbing knees down the Aisle,

They never gave the hand you always wanted,

But you still stroking these hands until they bleed for who?

Asking with no smiles or laugh they think you do for style,

Neither am I blaming nor are they free to take you for granted,

But You always reach out to help for all not just one or two,

Still you endorse to be the soul all chained down on one knee,

Never smirked to the north cause this is what I am meant to be.