When sorrows swallow the hope of a better tomorrow,
When the heat is so much that I can't even eat,
When I'm blind to every thing that happens around me because the mere sight of them alone stabs me,
When every minute of d day gives me a price to pay,
When all that give me hope have been washed away by the soap of temptation,
When Shame rapes me and takes away my dignity,
When it's afternoon and there is no sun in my sky,
When crying changes the colour of my eye to black and wine,
When the flies refuse to perch on me because I am filthy enough to infect then with cholera. WILL YOU BE THERE?
When it is even darker at the end of the tunnel,
When the smoke of calamity is All over me without any fire,
When I wear a belt of fear to hold my trouser of faith and slippers of disgrace to cover my feet of confidence,
When even in my own dreams I'm the errand boy, and in my imaginations I'm the underdog,
When I'm lost in the maze of in fulfilment and the only way out is a purposeless life,
When anguish is the very food I eat and despair is the very air I breathe, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE ?
When integrity becomes a luxury far from my proximity and disability is the strongest of my abilities,
When enormous becomes the adjective for my helplessness and great is my backwardness,
When I become nobody's business because I gained not the world and still lose my soul.
When I fall beyond physical visibility and spiritual gravity,
When my story replaces that of Job and I discover I am like the moon because I have no life of my own, and just revolve around others,
When peace is pissed off,
When I smile and joy enjoyeth it not,
When I laugh for a while.
When I'm a conqueror in d interior and an error in d exterior,
And when I finally receive the award for the "DEVIL'S BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT"..... WILL YOU BE THERE? No you wouldn't.
When I want to cry let me,
When I murmur leave me,
When I need some space give it to me.. I appreciate your concern but then you will not be with me through it all.
I need to grow up,
I need to get used to all genre of feelings, but how do I do that with you throwing these darts; darts of distraction, darts of confusion enough of the sorries and don't you worry.
At that point when I'm almost defeating these feelings, you came with your "sorry" and I forfeit d fight, leaving my feelings to escape with me forgetting that "he who leaves to fight another day, leaves to win", and when next we meet, they seem get stronger.
Leave me now to fight my fight before it grows beyond my power... because you can't always be there, will you?
Written by Charlie Brainz
