“The time will come in our lives where our souls return to it’s solid rest.
Peace, a common word, is what no dictionary can define in terms of death.”
-Lady Fiya

An ‘04 Mustang cruising on the highway.... he was on his way
Home from college vacation and that occasion was winter break
All of his personal belongings were stationed perfectly in a suitcase
aside him as he drives on the E-way, his friend went a separate way
Bright lights flickered thru his rearview mirror.. “Impatient drivers!”
He says to himself as he switch to the left lane, his path got lighter
Quickly turning his back to view the drunken man swerving left
Then right, to avoid the coin toss of a bad outcome, he had sped
Tires screeching, he’s not worryin cuz nothing flashed before his eyes
Then his abdomen split, his diaphragm took the breath out his life
What could he do? The airbag was jammed in his neck, abrasions
on his face, which was in the same direction of the crash, he faced it

Not too long, after this common tragedy did an ambulance arrive
Months and months pass and many others confront, his family’s dying
Of grief and disbelieve that someone so close perishes and remotely
every time I hear that story, he told me in my ear, I space out coldly
He took me to his purgatory twice, invited me to take away his sins
And place a bid on up or down, I reminisce how his coin musta flipped
And God forbid the gates to open to him, cuz he wouldn’t walk around
So lonely, so down as if he was inside my body, he was lost never found
And what do I do now, just move on like the spirit has been keep silent
Well my eyes stay lit, it’s quit surprising, your sweet tone becomes violent
And ready to rise up against the Almighty.. Couldn’t YOU give him a chance
And not issue a permanent purgatory, his sins were just too much to stand
So in return I give you mine, this is your child, your divine one, Heavenly
I ask of nothing more than to give him back all of what you keep given me
I’d trade spots easily, combine every sin he has with mine, I always repent
Make this worth your time, he’s my blessing can you give me your consent
Cuz as of that day, I looked at the Bible sideways, I never dreamed paradise
Could exist and his life drawn more shock then blood and tears in my eyes
But I see you have ignored your one child, I continue to question your power
You can take lives away but never bring them back, when I asked for hours
You said I shall receive, it’s the minutes ticking away til my death, I plead
And remain on my knees til you show me the reason, my mouth’s ur to feed
I’m not concerned on the preachers decision to not give him Catholic burial
If Heaven's a paradise when he died, he shoulda had a seat next to you…

Good Luck.

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