DOWN THE ROAD
From afar, I saw the glary, eerie road,
Its path alive with men and women —
Each from different walks of life,
Each with burdens on their heads —
Crushed by the weight of living.
Down the road, all chase a treasure,
Desperate, daring, lost in pressure.
No goodbyes when comrades fall —
Just silence… as the ruthless march on.
The road is open — free for all.
No need for pardon, I tread my path.
Some boast they know the way.
Me? I know the way,
But still… I can’t see the way.
Down this road, there are no rules —
Only survival writes the code.
Tangled in webs of pain and pride,
Many choose silence
Just to escape the noise inside.
And so down the road —
This is my humble prayer:
Grant me courage, O Lord,
For I am Thy servant.
Ingrain in me strength for the battle ahead,
That I may crush the enemies within and without,
That I may stand before the storm,
And not be moved —
When the road we walk
Reaches its end.
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