By Eddie
Date: 25 April 2000

When the rage gets in

Then I get mad,
I say to myself get up son have some respect for yourself,
And in a fury of blinding light and conviction I rise.
Rise and get reborn,
Rise and get angry at the reason
reeason I don't understand
Hell this ain't no poem it's hate.
Hate that will lift me up for some fleeting moments

Before they come into me once more.
alone and hurt, and away from home.
No words no emotion left,
only doubt.
This moments out weigh those of confidence
these are the times I pray for the end,