M's Poetry
One Hundred Thousand Times
One Hundred Thousand Times
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
from all the cr*p I pulled
from all the pain I caused
I was always ignoring the rules
and breaking the law
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
from the mystery pills
and the not so white lies
from all the smokes
and the broken up joints
bar room fights
and speeding all night
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
but I know now why
God was standing by my side
disappointed but always forgiving
helping me to continue to go on living
when I didn't really deserve
the next breath
He never left......
Friends they came and went
for the good times for sure
but the bad times they split
and hospital was my second home
when the nurses are your mothers
you know you have been there too long
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
but I lived to tell the story
on how come I am still alive
it's really no secret
it's the mercy and power of God.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
from all the cr*p I pulled
from all the pain I caused
I was always ignoring the rules
and breaking the law
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
from the mystery pills
and the not so white lies
from all the smokes
and the broken up joints
bar room fights
and speeding all night
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
but I know now why
God was standing by my side
disappointed but always forgiving
helping me to continue to go on living
when I didn't really deserve
the next breath
He never left......
Friends they came and went
for the good times for sure
but the bad times they split
and hospital was my second home
when the nurses are your mothers
you know you have been there too long
I should have been dead
one hundred thousand times
but I lived to tell the story
on how come I am still alive
it's really no secret
it's the mercy and power of God.....
2007@ Megan Watkins
