This could be it...

If we do not make it to the other side may we be granted the opportunity to see loved ones before we perish, may we be granted just one more chance to visually love them and may we please be granted leisure to catch up on the lost times.

With transgression knocking on our doors we pray we see loved ones before we perish, we tend to get inspiration in corners we wouldn’t dare stand in broad day light ‘cause we’re too ashamed to be known for who we are. Not knowing whether our application for another life will be granted we pray loved ones loved us more than we showed admiration towards them; we prayed they vowed to take bullets for us.

With envy and pain in our hearts we declare we were the realest ones, the ones with no two stories to a fairytale; if we vowed our words were real, they were and if we declared love even towards our foes, we declare our legacy shall be left for you.

That’s just something on my chest, at times we think we’re not worthy for a second life. What if our wrongs are the worst and what if the next generation doesn’t see us? We won’t lie there are plans of being the people we were taught to be when growing up... the loyal ones.

The last three words made me smile.