The original form of me,
I discarded many years back,
so my heart and soul now run free.
The old me was weighted down,
with many hang ups,
many life problems,
I was practically the devils running mate,
and I refused to lovingly relate.
Through all of this,
I always had one thought,
as I strongly fought.
"There must be a better way."
Being a chip off the old mean block,
I was full of dear old dads crock.
Mean genes and all,
and I was bound to fall.
A big tree was about to hit the ground,
then a dream from heaven touched down.
Every since then I've
had a stronger hold,
and lived in a new soul.
I would pray,
pray to be a more peaceful person,
not as mean as dear old dads cursing.
Be careful what you pray for,
it just might come through your door.