Round the field i run.Looking up to the sky,probing my heart and i ask.Ideals are meant to be broken?.Wake up and smell the coffee.What's this life and the future shape of?.People's success or the true meaning,fulfilling purpose that has been spoken about?.How much does the faith i had brings me?.To the best of understanding.Yet unanswered.Maybe in due time.You're my portion.If i stumble and fall,pick me up.

You either have it or don't.That's the truth.By error or truth,even if it hurts,i've to learn it and hold on.Some said why hold on to this because it's not entirely relevant anymore.I'm looking for a perfect something to live on.Maybe this is what kept me going on.Grace are taken for granted and similar mistakes are repeated.To the end of times,not mentioning anyone in specific,in partial clarity i try to base on this.Need wisdom to go through each day and i struggle,the only thing i know is to stop or move on.It's all up to these hands.Somewhere somehow,it's got to go as far as it can.Let my feet not sway and arrive safely.The prayer and all that it could be uttered.