Narrow Path, Wide Victory Poem by Kute Makerz
Narrow Path, Wide Victory
Why do i always find myself in a sorry plight?
The world of happiness is far beyond my reach
I thirst for the water of grace
My labour actually bears no fruit
Blessed by the blessing of an unfavourable curse
I have come to realize the difference between worlds
Praying the trophy of victory would be bestowed upon me
Hopefully, one day, before i go down six feet
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