He Choose to Grow Weak
Please make me understand
Why we do the things we do
If you are cheerful, you feel good
If you are sad you hurt all over (Proverb 17: 22)
How can we help you?
If we didn’t know how you feel
You suppress; you kept it all bottle inside
Somewhere you hide, and you cried,
Why didn’t you come inside from that dark lonely place?
Asking others for help isn’t a disgrace.
Life is like a bend tree, it only stand tall when
The winds calms down, however, it toss and turn
When the Wind becomes strong
Why did you come in from that dark lonely place?
Like a proud, tall tree, he snaps
Asking for help wasn’t a booby trap
Bearing it alone was a choice to grow weak.
Once again he was a toddler and a bit meek
He said. “Mommy I am a big boy now”
“I can do it all by myself. So he murdered
Innocent little kids…