A path you got to walk straight and narrow
Gospel base on truth; made on the way of sorrow.
Money is getting tight sitting in front of the light
Soon it will be dark and candles burning bright
As beacons illuminating the watery tides
Friends have gone with your secrets confides
No night will fall down when darkness is gone
Let the struggle go on tomorrow and beyond.
You learn by mistakes only God heals the inside
A cloche of hurt wrapped up warm with pride.
The heart of joy is like a cage sparrow singing
Warbling lyrics for freedom that is yearning
We are really not as good and funny as others
People burn with pain when everything falters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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