Weakness is a strength beneath, striving our thoughts to see the future we imagine as we lay calm on a Sunday night.
Busy all day isn’t a success day, but accumulated smart busy work makes us success when we reach out to change lives.
I lay me down with heavy eyes at night, yet I see faces shedding tasteful liquids uncontrollably, agreived I become knowing there’s no one to help in times everyone thinks of his pocket.
Sometimes the songs of the legends lifts my tears to the floor each time I listen, still I draw strength knowing there’s life running to change in the hearts of men.
The darkened and the faces morn so agreived that no one could comfort another for a great loss beyond imaginable.
Alas! I took a nap, and saw the future appeared so bright with smiling faces thinking it’s the world’s end day…
The evil days shall pass, and the good days shall be blessed for eternity as we await for better leadership and friendship as humans and not monsters.
This is my HOPE!