When hope is lost, the heart problem filled
The world crowded with regrets and greed
When life can't accommodate friendship and love
Suicidal thoughts the mind triggered off
The body weak, doubts can't fight
The cloud deserted of stars at night
I will hold firm the crutch that lifts the spirit
I'll find where countenance resides in the heart
If a thousand times over I fall
I will pick up the pieces from the start
All Right Reserved (c) Akan E. Udofia 2015
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