Down the road- too many potholes
Too many dreams- fleet of a thousand echo'
Hope they get to fly
Hope they get to nest
Down for the count
-with a eyes bloodshot
Trying to tower the hill top
Exigent circumstance trying to put me stop
Dreams of better days and royal rumble
freight of many things
the thought alone can get me crumble'
especially when from the genesis
Roars of dawn gave me a funny chill
knowing there's no beacon of an easy drill
- still same stony hill
That I pray "Oh Lord, please give ears to my plea"
Let beauty comes out of those ashes
let that smile surpass the pains
Sing that praise when the load seems heavy
and let God do His thing, He is the Almighty.