Sometimes the going brews sour,
Feeling like you’re pressed on a tiny corner right now?
Or some vague feeling- void of power?
It’s not yet to spell the final vow,
We all are–
Sometimes we see clutter winds on the deserts,
Almost giving up when we gaze at the deep scar,
Aspirations almost breaking to life but abruptly diverts,
But we still cling to the moment as a star,
The automobile overturns and all is lost,
And the world seems against us,
Suddenly the livelihood products prices triple the cost,
And the deep sun rays scorch our skin and cuts—
Everyone we thought would abide vanishes out of sight,
We are left alone and unguarded to fight our own ghosts,
Yes–stuck in our plight!
All we can do is gaze at the sky and utter feeble words to the heavenly hosts,
And that’s what we all need to know,
The distance between our problems and the solutions,
Is the distance between the knee and the floor,
To me it doesn’t matter whether it’s a retribution,
Or gasping in a tag-of-war,
But prayer is the final resolution.
Music Credit: Tamela Mann – “Take Me To The King”