A better kind of life

Haven't had sex for so long

Haven't had anybody by my side

Haven't wept for so long

Haven't had the need to be decieved

To the eye I may be ready to fight

But I'm just so quiet and I'm really like 

Ready to die here come the voices

They tell me to take my life..

There's no God or reward on the other side

I collect myself

I talk within myself

I pray silently 

For God to heal my mind

For God to heal me in time

So I can enjoy this thing called life

I'm not ready to go and die

I may be old but I got plenty days and years and months to decide to surrender my heart to God and he will heal my mind

I'm not ready to give up and die

I'm not ready to lose my faith

In a better kind of life