“Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.” PSALMS 42:11 (RSV)
When tears roll down your cheek like a child who can’t see
His lights
When you try to look out for a ray of hope through the
nights
Try to see if you can see a reason to move on but can’t find
one
If only you could see someone to share burdens with but found
none
When all you could see is a destiny going into a waste bin
Though all an external observer could see is the grin
Food shortage imminent as penury hits harder at the door
And the results of your exams knock you down to the floor
When grief possesses the merry portion of your heart
But you see the ungodly men everyday grow fat
When the gate of death seem to have taken over your world
And you try to pray, but your torment come and make you
bored
