I laid in the bed

with my hands on my head

lost and confused

cause I fought against the rule

With a pen in my hand

As i started to write

Just a little of this

And a bit of that

Then the words starts to flow

As the spirit unfolds

No offence but this soul

was stuck in a hole

Great twas that day

When I discovered my way

To expose the truth

And now enjoy my fruit

I know and grow

and it starts to show

I simply go because of what I know

by Phoebe C.