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 immaturities,
many insecurities,
many life problems,
much anger,
some hate,
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.
Timber!!!!!!!!!!
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.

Everyday,
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.

G