The happiest day of my life

Why do they call me a doll.
In my veins some dark blood.
I feel like laughing unstop.

Truly mom told me;
to fear the world.
Saying hell is word,
depicting hurt.

They may call me devil.
Still I resist evil.
Nearest to me, my neighbor
can't test my Savior.

My heart keeps on pumping,
I feel like jumping.
I could yell aloud,
roar makes a sound.

In RaDio, they speak of death.
I must write, to feel the breath,
of words passing by.

The happiest day of my life,
I believe no longer in illusions.
Of the beauty and the beast.

No wonder they sing:
"I've been set free."
I love my Jesus, my King.

The power of prayer,
line after line, layer after layer.
Who says, I am a thief.
Who says, I am a liar.
Well he is right.

Where have all the birds gone?
How can I find the urge to live?
Holding His hand,
Stand, against the wind.

I apologize thousand times.
Still if the words won't fly,
I turn into a desperate cry.

Mind is made of memories.
"Who am I?"
The doll that cries.
Socially acceptable.

Thick blood, memories.
Who am I?
A servant? A slave?
How am I to behave?

Please fairest Jesus,
lead me on.
After all the wrong,
still allow me to hear a song.

Fairest Lord Jesus,
thanking Thee,
it might be the happiest day of my life.