A scar so deep, and a soul so weak,
A path so steep, for a heart that bleeds.
A heart so heavy, with so much pain,
So hard to carry, with so much strain.
When all hopes fade and all is lost,
When there is yet no one to trust.
I lower myself and kneel which is must,
Hand held high, with tears and trust.
Days went by which made it worse.
Yet kept on asking to make bit ease.
Never to stop I started to walk,
A hope in heart never to revoke.
Way ahead what I see is bright,
Still
unknown whether it is light.
An urge to reach it that spur inside,
Which makes its mark for there to reside.
