Deep within the hearts of men lies a well
Murky waters of the unknown
In the distant depths , some not known
Secret chambers hold dying embers
Weary full of queery
Change in altitude , shift of attitude
Stories untold , chances unfold
Towers that hold , the chilling cold
Hidden from sight , of the tallest heights
With oneself fight
Uncertain of being right
Watching the flying kite
Blurred vision , deem precision
Failed on my mission
From troubles cusion
Finding a solution
Reaching a conclusion
Ready come what may
The sky may seem gay
On your knees surely you must pray
Whether March, April or May
Definately all will end up ok
All you have to do is pray
©fredrick o
F