The Cry Of The Weary
My Father told me, "Be Strong!"
The world will keep on keep on beating you so face it head-on;
My mother kept telling me "Be kind."
The world will keep on testing you so leave the bad things behind.
I stood my ground,
And I braved all my storms;
The rain keep on falling,
The cruel wind keep whistling on.
Father, my knees are weak,
My hands are bloodied
For they are merciless in every streak;
Mother, my heart is broken and full of sorrow,
With every words they utter, it is pierced with an arrow;
I wept and faced the world alone,
With a fearful heart and a broken soul;
I stood my ground and held my shield on,
Still the rain kept on falling,
And the cruel wind whistled on and on.
note: I hope you like what I wrote. This is what I feel tonight. To ease whatever it is that Im feeling and for me to face the world again.