treasured1
Is that dream blanking out?
And humiliation surrounds your call
Is the world thrashing you out?
And everything looks deem and dark
Have you been used and abused?
And your heart frets the future
Have you been cursed and sued?
And the feelings is to run away
Hear thou the calls from above
“Everything at its time must sun”
Hope thou your future dreams resolve
For everything, life itself is a process
Don’t give up or change for another!
There’s a time, a place awaiting you
Isolation may call and things seen may blunder
Stand; be on still; time is due
treasured1©2011
