The Storm

Doctors and lawyers, is what I need,
Used for a trick, so that egos I feed,

To be slandered, it's all behind my back,
Even when I wake up, and get out of the sack,

People are paranoid, being misinformed,
I am the one to blame, as I survive this storm,

The chaos is mild, so I carry on with my day,
To fill others with lies, there's a price to pay,

Knowing the truth, because with me God is there,
Having faith he has a plan, and he is every where,

Trusting in him, is what carries me through,
Writing some poetry, when there is nothing to do,

Are people waiting for a sign, from up above,
Too many non believers, too little love,

Will there be a day, that someone steps to me,
Too explain all the dirty deeds, based on lies plain to see,

I have much to be grateful for, another morning I live,
Maybe for another, I will have time to give,

Being helpful to others, makes me feel good inside,
Wanting something in return, is what maybe someone lied,

It does not matter, what people think of me.
If I have been slandered, I will sue you'll see,