Life is a dream to me
Waiting for the lord to wake me up
Stuck in this hostile environment
Can't wait for my retirement
I'm tired of this day to day struggle
But it's either this or be buried under the rubble
The mounds and pounds of frustration
That seem to hover over us all, so our forced occupation
Is to hold up umbrellas when pain is the rain
Cutting through the umbrellas, driving us all insane
Someone get me a loud speaker, so that I may scream
Cause I'm not sure God can hear my prayers, I know he on my team
He the captain and I'm the crew member but all these emotions
Have got me not only staring, but walking toward the ocean
I turn back to see people sitting their beach chair's
Taking a sun bath and breathing in the fresh air
And as I turn back to the ocean all I can see out there
Is a bunch of sharks, hungry without care
I dare not swim with them, but there's no room for me on the beach
They told me take my post on the podeium, but didn't listen when I preached
A select few reach out, trying to grab hold of me
Saying that, "This life will get better, so take my hand and don't let go of me"
But by the time they realize I left foot prints to the water, I had already drowned
All that was left was a message at the mound of a sand castle that said, "Will you miss me now?"