Of portrayer’s opinion upon
life’s stage,
Our script been all except
for a dream;
Still have I found at my
young age,
Things are never what they
seem;
Heartstrings lash out
-“listen!”
A mournful tune they play;
No tear on cheek shall
glisten,
Hence light has lost its
way;
Say, who cares for crying
infant
While mother’s gone to lay?
No newborn wails for wisdom,
Still lessons learn their
way;
Which words you choose to
feel,
Compose that of who you are;
Long as sin shan’t ever
kneel,
Thoughts impure soon burnt
to char;
As final breath release,
Plead not regret to Thee;
For thy soul will seeketh
peace,
Know only truth shall set
you free!
