I always wanted to be a winner, but people seem to lie each time, my feeling was right, yet my thoughts were wrong. How it hurts when a person takes your last dollar you have to your name. People could never be trusted, especially, when he is tongue-tied or uncomfortable with the distress they leave behind when you trust a stranger.
He who tills his land will be satisfied with money as he takes from a poor person who never had the chance to really live life. I always wanted to be a winner, being barrier free or box in with many debts sharing the victory, but then back to square-one. How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? Who's telling the truth? Why can't I be a winner on a path of a winner's heart of a stranger.
In a far away place somewhere in Jamaica live this stranger to pretend to be someone he was not, but telling his stories of becoming a winner of all games do you want to be a winner or are you in it to win it her heart is trapped between who is telling the truth can she open her eyes to what is real in life. She is trapped in a box of Pandore is it real or is it fake.
How many people are fake and still out to steal your soul, who is behind me other then Jesus did he played the games that people play today? Game people play was the same game I played when I was young the game of life, operation, and the dating game. Each time seemed to be bitter like a now-and- later. What does a multi-billionaire feels when their tongue is tied with unforgettable thoughts of distress of wanting to be a winner in the end.





