Been there done that, Been to hell and back, So I’m always ready for the attack When the enemy attempts to Pry, sanity from my brain. And don’t get it twisted, he don’t ride no back roads, He rides down Main…street for his deceipt Straight to the heart where it hurts the most You know something is stirring, when you feel the breeze on the coast And I will be the first to admit……its hard to stand strong . I wondered …how could I go on….. I listened to all the preachers, and the deacons, and the saintly of the saints, Telling me keep my head to the sky, let it all out It’s ok to Cry…..just get on your knees, and ask the Lord to see you through. But that’s easy to say, if that painful sword ain’t piercing you…. Felt like I had breathed my last breath when my mom’s left…. But after a while…..I was able to deal with the pain, My sanity? I was able to maintain, victory in the Lord is what I Proclaimed…… And I thought finally my storm was over… But there was another storm peaking over my shoulder…. I believe that there are certain things that the mind will not attempt to translate That might explain why I couldn’t relate to the call from my brother…. Tellin me my father…had gone to join my mother.. Lord knows I tried to hold on, to a false sense of reality….worrying about what was best for me…but I couldn’t see that Dad had reached his destiny…But that don’t make it no easier for me…to deal with, having both of your parents is truly a gift, …but somehow I didn’t think this mountain of sorrow, I would ever be able to lift, from my soul……and the hole in my heart is wider now……And I wonder how will I go on….. You got to be strong….you got to be strong…. I took heed to the message, but its hard to smile while inside Your chest is on fire from the blast to your heart, that never seems to mend And they say this is a start of something new, don’t look at it as an end, But it’s hard, now, and I wonder How Will I go on….. I know we ain’t promised today, or tomorrow, I know the life we live is borrowed, ……and I know its unfair to wish he was still there….. I look in the mirror and I still see him in front of me smiling, and laughing……looking like me or I like him…..the lights get dim, and I think about when my time runs out……And how I got to live for the Lord, so I can see them again…..……Sometimes I look in the sky and stare……I know the Lord don’t give us more than we can bear……but with all this water from the storm…something new has got to grow……And to My mother and Father, I will show….I will be strong, I will hold on…….cause I know you’re looking down on me…..I will….go on. By T.L. Stevens….