The sky is just smiling
Making mockery of me
Heaven is so remote
That my prayers can't reach
Sorrow qualified being blissful
At the flashpoint of my predicament
Which gave birth
To the death of my hopes
Never lost my voices praying
But it seems just words for the wind
The sky is the limit of my voices
Hearing no response from the owner of heaven
I just barked but no bite
Since I can't redirect the wind
I surrendered I calmed I prayed again
Look up for a stimulus to gladness
Fruitless! yes fruitless
It all result
Is God for all or to some?
Is sin too deep for blood to penetrate
Many questions for none to answer
The haves thought me nuisance and rag
As god promises at home settles with them
While others traveled abroad
My works and struggles
Can't give birth to an atom of triumph
All gone with sweat
Rag they said I am
But I know I am not
The truth for sure I know is this,
THE SILENCE OF GOD
Makes foolishness of me
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