What can a person do when raised by words on different page?
I’ve said it once before and once again it I will say
My father was the devil, but my mother was a saint
They made half a demon, half an angel, when they mixed my DNA
Knowing this is how I keep the things I think in check
Awareness is what holds the dark from rising o’er my neck
Control the mind, control the soul: a life’s philosophy
One to learn from, it applies: to all, and not just me
For you and I? No different – just products of our age
We share the wins. The losses, too. The happiness and rage
Become the person of your dreams – the one you always thought
The Game of Life is not forgiving. It gives you this: one shot.