Weird Whispers.

Alone in my darkened room Along with the blessed solitude I lay straight and stare the wall Figuring out my life's rises and falls Thinking that I may belong to somewhere else Knowing it made a little sense Comprehending the purpose of my existence Was I being created for practicing persistence Thinking what forced me for doing wrongs Why was I destined to hear the melancholic songs? And when I ended up questioning myself I saw a ray of light entering the room I woke up and took a great deep sigh A sigh of relief, that's what I believe As Lord has shown me the way to fly A reason to live; a purpose to die