In a moment like this
when sollitutedness beckons
when I host my own very self
in a deep thinkin conversation
I feel sad like a caged wild bird
my sorrows overflows my tears
as I look at the empty remnant of my hope
which shattered like a broken earthen calabash
all these years I toiled
searching for all the nook and crannies
to achieve my dream
Josephic lad with full of ambition
where do I go from here
the rocky part of success seems too long to bear
as the future remains bleak
I can't see light over the tunnel
In this event of my demise
I believe I should hold on and be strong
I will look up to the sky
and know that there is a helping hand out there
I have only one to save me
His name is JESUS! !
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