16 bars,
Ghetto scars breed in my heart
Cells minus the block,
Locked up without conviction only eternal addiction
To lost love never to re-emerge within the reachable grasp
Of the un-worthy
In this earthly realm;
27 wounds felt every 7/3
It's a constant regularly,
But eternal thanks for the pain
Because I know what joy must feel like,
A glimpse,
A glimmer,
And a flicker of the eternal bliss
Of love's precious grace;
30 tears shed every 10/16
And all days in between
Feel their blood flowing fluently through my veins;
Eternal thanks for things I don't physically comprehend