My Course
Deep down my motion world
I recall all the odds with promising word
Its like
A lone dark pretty beautiful girl
Lying on her bed back racking and cracking
A rocky cracking track
What a sorrowful broken heart
With crowny thorns hearty parts
I think I am cursed
I have made moves to elevate me
But I see them dragging me down as dark forces
What tomorrow is gonna look like
Is a thought I always faught
Turned in to piece and forced
To sit on a crossed road
My head on my kneel
A wounded heart no who to heal
I think I was cursed
I feel this force like a heartbeat
So close to my eyes yet
I couldn't find away off it's feet
I am trapped in a circle forced to believe
My heart is in shambles as I grumble
I feel no need to feeble as this world is a gamble
No way out no way in
I feel imprisoned by my own god
But who ever placed this curse
The river flow and the sea breeze
Will be the blessings he will receive
For God is supreme and can never deceive
Nor be deceive
He shall flourish like the palm tree
Planted by the river side
Prosperous like the mushroom
That grows by the tree side
For the course you placed on me
Really motivated me
To fight and brake the chain of this slavery
I drink my wine reflecting on my memories
They were like the beautiful rose and the jealous tons guiding her
I have fought to be with her
And now I drink reminiscing of her
Copyright © Patrick Ituma | Year Posted 2018
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