Final Curtain

Long time I stood 
In the middle of a crossroad
Trying to find my way 
On the shades of black and gray 

I found ups and downs and plains 
And humps as big as mountains 
I found muds and puddles 
And I jumped through countless hurdles 

For the tides of time are cruel
Like sickles that rip my soul 
Like the winds and storms in fall 
That blind me out of my goal 

But the most gruelling of all 
Were the heights I took to fall 
But I shall dare to try again 
For faith in thee is my captain 

For in thee is my final curtain 
No matter how high is the mountain 
No matter how deep is the pitfall 
I'll be with you after all
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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