With a limp in my walk and a lump in my throat
Among the intense darkness and the wrenching mope
I lay there lame, without a ray of hope
The end point seems far, but the end close by.
When I placed my bet, my stakes were high
But the hope betrayed, now here I sigh.
So I close my eyes and brood and brood
How something vital I could have produced
Why every move went futile;
Why the world is so guile
Who casted on me, the vicious black spell?
I blame the world, so it turns into hell
The blame game doesn’t help, time and again
It only breeds me with more hatred and pain
At last, I seek within – for the power to rise
I find the secret beneath the debris of hatred and malice
As I soak, it soothes my agony, vaporizes my pain
With a lump of faith, I rise again
It’s the power, for which you are the source
It can be destroyed by no external force
I make it my wagon, my cover, and my Armor
It takes all the form I indeed desire,
An undying faith is all you need
To defy all the laws and to succeed.
I have faith that I shall hold and stay
And face whatever comes my way
As my feet stamp over the debris of hatred.
I eye my destination and march ahead.
PS: Is Faith the substance that converts your hope into reality?