Where will I be,
if I am at the mercy of greater powers at work?
Oh how easily I could've been the dead children of the Earth.
Yet, here I am, life in my lungs.
Blessed to perceive the world around me.
Why me? Where am I headed? Where am I going to go?
One can slip into a life of violence, poverty, or servitude.
Aged skin from the relentless sun as they walk the median.
Where am I headed? I ask as my eyes follow the median.
Fear won't answer my questions.
I know that tomorrow I'll wake up
Blessed to perceive the world around me,
air in my lungs.
And one day I will know.