Weep not my my sister
Today was tuff
Full of fear, pain and stuff
You now curse the gods
Your hope banded like goods
and dumped on a pit
But i have a story
Sarah lost a husband
Too young for a widow
her son diagnosed with cancer
Burdened with a heavy bank loan
Her husband had acquired
Before the thugs attacked him
And fled with the cash
Stranded and perplexed
Her house is taken by the bank
All alone and stuck
But she still believed
Though her hands were chained
Hope was hiding somewhere
And she had to get a share
See, you are are just broke
but alive
do u take that as a joke??
People are sick , homed in hospitals
But with heavy accounts in the bank
Prayer does it all
Thank God for what you have
And ask for what your need
Lose hope never
Although the arrow is planted in your heart
Believe me you wont die
If your time is not then
For even Liverpool bet Barcelona at last.
©alafat
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