Believing And Watching Poem by Nikki Zurbano

It's confusing to think
Of how much does faith mean in my life
I wake up in a cell with straw and dirt but I'm undaunted.
And I will tell you about my strife.

It's a mad year when Romans ruled the world.
Sicarius rule the streets and the rebellions did they own
With no honest word
Till a man changed Israel's face alone.

I'm just am innocent little teenager with a conscience
To boot in the world
After all, strong may appear a word
With strong sensible sense.

You don't know memories come
And fade
With joy, sorrow and fun
As I face every stride and of life I take.