My Purpose

In the turn of events Makes my mind wiser In the turn of circumstances Makes my heart fonder There is four seasons in a year, hold on tight There is twelve months in a year, embrace yourself There is four weeks in a month, warming up There is seven days in a week, it is mine In the turn of discrimination Makes my eyes resists In the turn of happiness Makes my body stronger Glories upon glories are yet to come Blessings upon blessings are yet to be disclosed Mercies are yet to be earned The day is yet to be announced