This isn’t funny any longer, Just for how long will this evil linger? Even the government that promised us change, As been unable to abate the outburst of rage. Dear Lord to you we turn, Please help us rebuild the wall of peace wickedness is starting to burn And in
I’m glued to this spot,where I’ve been waiting patiently, waiting for this long night to end. But time seems to be crawling by, pausing at intervals to shoot me scornful glances. All I hanker for is dawn, to see the breaking of a new day, to see the sun rise.
There I laid on the rippling waters of Nile, far from home, distant by many miles. In the cushioned basket that served as my bed, carefully placed amongst the reeds. Any angry wave could’ve swallowed me. I was that unsafe. But I was helpless. I was floating on the
I don’t want the mansions, Nor the many maids. You can keep your wealth of nations, Or the beautiful gardens well laid. I don’t want half your kingdom. I want much more! Nay, far less. What I desire is just one thing It wouldn’t cost you much, But it’s
Accept yourself. Love yourself. The time wasted on trying to be someone else could be spent on developing yourself. Work on yourself till you become who God wants. Being fake is too expensive and unfulfilling. Always remember this; The best a wannabe would ever be is a SHADOW!