There is no father to guide
Mother to comfort
And brother to help
In the time of need
The so called friends
Are exchanging fists
For warm handshakes
Or they never exist
Then the world seems
Like a dark endless hall
Echoing a lonely soul tread
Groping for brand
It feels like passing
The beauty of life
For the ugliness of death
When the only companion
Is loneliness
And ones sought
Only flow expression of unfeeling
Air of failure is all we breathe
But
We cannot stop the breath
Our soul
The only thing we got
Many may leave us
Not for us to lose our souls
If it does not give up on us
Why should we!
It is an ever-changing times
Where seemingly mountains
Have ways of turning to valleys
We only need to seek
For courage to live
And not the fears to die
Our problems never limit us
But we limit ourselves to them
Never give up on yourself
You have more to offer life
And nothing to death.
« return.