A HOPELESS FAITH
cut me some slack in this dark world so many beings to avoid your hands shapes your destiny you are a nonentity no one is wrong, everyone is right our days cannot always be bright pain and sorrows creeps in through the window the field has withered, no longer meadow a little help, a little death your heart constrict, that’s all you felt a little faith like you can make it you are not a god, so you can’t create make believe brings one hope the future is falling in a slope and we keep riding on a wishing horse with a steady belief on the sign on the cross your soul is not yours but borrowed no one promised you breathe for tomorrow lucky ones are fed by grace too many seeds in a maize a little hope is all the mind needs the world is plunged with too many weeds like dynamite, we will explode someday we shall then return to dust and clay @talk...
