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 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

6:10am

29 April 2026