My Life

My life is a short, but sad story, of this I can truly be sure. For the good things I feel, touch, smell, hear are real, but change as the waves on the shore . Sometimes they run high, proud and mighty, sometimes they run low, light and dim, it just all depends, but when the good things do end, my life starts to 'come very grim. I try not to admit my own weakness, but sometimes it comes bursting through. If I ever seem sour, or cross, do not cowher, it's probably not aimed at you. I'll admit I'm in love with a stranger, and I always end up thinking why, I pour all my heart and my soul and my self into a love that just could be a lie. I'll admit I have not been the best man, I'll admit that I have been a fool. But doesnt it seem odd that a kind loving God could sometimes just seem all to cruel?