Faith
Good morning little Jail Bird
The Sun’s about to rise
Locked in your room, bars still up
Sleeping away your life
Run marathons everyday
But haven’t stepped outside
Life is crazy, beat you down
Rubbing your dry red eyes
Lay your doubts at the door
The darkness comes and goes
When our faith is tested
Our endurance grows
Copyright © Byron Kaya | Year Posted 2021
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