My Fault

When things go bad and they blame it all on me, I cry myself to sleep and hope it’s all a dream.

When I wake up I hope it’s all gone away, but I still get the blame everyday.

I don’t know how long I can out up with this, so I ask God just for one wish.

The wish I want is something I must do, and that wish is I hope I make it through.

If I don’t make it through what will I see, it will be the beauty heaven holds for me.

I hope I will live and not have to die, but the only way I can put up with this rite now is to block me ears and cry.

So please god help me and wipe my tears away, for I keep crying and hope for a better day.