Drawing circles in the sand

I am so far from perfect,i carry a cross with a multitude of flaws
Running from the hevens of sin,trying to catch angels who abide gods laws,
They say pain is invisible,i wonder why a mans eyes can never conceal the scars,
If you lose the passion to stop dreaming you just sentenced your creativity to life
behind bars.Would eagerly rip off my parachuette and freefall from the moon if you
promised i would land in the stars,life always keeps it moving,it is always us who choose to pause,
Pay attention,it is not the caliber of the gun that wins the battle,it is who is quickest to draw,
Kinda ironic how we love to play with the sharp teeth of disaster,but plea for help when where clamped
in its jaws.Never fret my brothers and sisters,my heart always love you up close,even if my eyes cant see you from miles a far

deep man. as usual

I THINK A BOOK IS IN ORDER, GATHER IT UP MY MAN AND ONE DAY PUT IT TOGETHER.