I’ve been defeated many times
I’ve learnt to take in blows silently
I’ve leant to moan silently
I’ve encountered so many losses
I’ve learnt to live on less
I’ve lived through wintery times
Seems I’ve become insensitive to cold
I’m used to hearing bad news
I now look forward to them
I’ve had good reasons to give up
Just don’t know what keeps me going
As I clutch at straw in the middle of an ocean
The fire within cannot be queenched
No matter how cold the regions
And depths of the sea I sink to
This storm shall pass
And I, I shall emerge from this mess
Though I know not by what miracle
Mowabites Worldwide 