destiny has betrayed my hopes
im not sure to let things go
or to hold them tightly
is it always my fate to feel lonely?
i seek no guidance in whats meant to be
i listen to new beginnings knowing struggle is upon my next footsteps
the plasm of existence is on my shoulders
the creation of walking through rocky roads,
is the struggle to see the light
when i come home promise me
supper will be on the table, and unspoken prayers are shouted to the hands of God and seen in mysterious ways along the way