The sun is rising in the sky
To peer o’er roofs of homes nearby
And shine a ray of bright sunlight
To veil the darkness of each night.
The winds of chance are more discreet
As they blow change across the street
And every single breath we breathe
Is one more memory to leave !
I hear the whistle on the track
It seems to shout, come back, come back
But I have been this way before
Not once, but twice or maybe more
And cannot bear the lonesome sound
Of emptiness which I have found.
My bags are packed all set to go
I’m ready for another show
I do not have a backup plan
And may become an ” also ran ”
God with Your help, I’ll take a chance
Tis time to try to learn to dance !
Oh my dear child, what can I do
To be of aid and help to you
Please tell me what it is you need
I’ll try to follow as you lead.
Tis time for you to stand up tall
Assume your burden ere you fall
Our God is Witness, heed His word
What e’er is spoke we all have heard !
Oh hallelujah, jump for joy
Because we must our faith employ
To keep us on the proper track
And help us get our mojo back.
Believe in truth it paves the way
To richer, finer, better days
Stand up and let your banners fly
You may reach out and toucn the sky !
I spy the remnants of my life
Surviving all its stress and strife
I sense the depth of my defense
While reaching out for recompense.
Where are the goals I thought I had
That separate good from the bad,
When will I learn to use my time
In aiding those who dare to climb ?
I find myself caught in the net
That seems to have no exit yet
Please show me, Lord the way to go
To help our lives and values grow !
At times I’m sure I hear the sound
Of children laughing all around
I hear the patter of their feet
In clitter-clatters from the street.
Oh how I wish that I were there
As joy was rising in the air
Remember how it used to be
When hearts were young and love was free ?
Those days are gone, they won’t come back
Our lives today under attack
Why must we suffer such distress
I do not know, what is your guess ?
The winds of March are queueing up
Before life brews its final cup
The tedium of time is here
Each destination looms unclear
Perhaps tomorrow each may learn
The heritage that we have earned ?
