I look to my left and I look to my right, I see no man walking with me through this struggle. From the cradle to the grave, I am all that I have!
From the cradle to the grave, I am all that I have. These eyes, these ears and these hands were all god given. If I were to take a bullet to the chest, would these so called “friends” & “family”, actually feel the bullet as it penetrated my body? No, I would. “I” would be the one to suffer physically; “I” would be the one to experience my life’s end as I drew my final breath.