My Solemn Cry !

MY SOLEMN CRY ! the crown is moving away, leaving me the clouds of hopes fast vanishing my mill of motives grinding to a halt and my sap of potentials clogging never to flow for me to live seven years ago, I started to crawl to catch my dream in the sky in the offertories of Writers Bureau School But still I am that toddler, stunted I wish to grow by your fingers of benevolence Dip unto my tongue, once for the miracle to happen so I can praise you as GOD of my salvation Only this I crave To be in Writers Bureau School. Note: this is my personal appeal for my dream to come true to be a freelance journalist. Your help is highly reverend. Thanks. lampz.kay@gmail.com