You see… Its even the little things that I miss.
Like a pillow to lay my head on, and a choice of what to get when I walk up to the fridge.
The touch of a woman, and the voice of my kids.
Coming home from work, and drinkin a few beers.
Having a normal conversation with someone who cares.
Going on Youtube to find something to jam… or watching a funny movie, just because I can.
I miss going to the beach… I miss going out to eat. Taking out the trash… and cutting the grass.
Taking the boat out, and going fishing with my dad.
I miss my boys, dad, sisters, mom, and little girl.
I miss taking a ride in the country, sightseeing….
the birds and the squirrels.
I don’t know why I keep coming back to this place. Away from the things that I love, and here with the things that I hate. And I stay up late… stressin…praying to the LORD, hoping that he hears me, and offers me a blessing.
I’m a broken man…a complete mess.
But I know I need to stay strong, because it’s all just a test. I keep telling myself that it’s going to get better…that this is all going to end.
I’m 100% Christian, but I’ve been living in sin. I’ve been working on myself, to become a better man…I’ve been dancing with the devil, but I’m here to take a stand.
I’m too strong of a person, and taken advantage of while I’ve been sick.
I’m not easily defeated, so when I fall down, I jump up real quick.
I’ll keep my legs movin’…. and eye on the prize. And stay away from fake people, because they’re all in disguise.
But like I said…it’s even the little things that I miss. But for now, all I can do is close my eyes, and make a wish…
for the little things…the little things that I miss!