IF I COULD BE STRONG.

All i see around me are opportunities

Life waiting to be lived

Lives waiting to hear my voice 

Packs waiting to hear my ROAR!

The sober tears of weakness 

As i lay paralysed from my duty

The opportunities and grace are abound 

But the modicum of gusto to be strong; i can't find.

If i could be strong,

I'll live the best life

Be an encouragement to folks 

And be a deity in my empire. 

But; sadly, i lay on bed of weakness, wishing death could end the agony.

To live is devine, to be weak is a curse.

Dear Dad,

Help me be strong; if you be there.