The night was so dark
I thought I would lose my way
I could hardly see the road
The moon was nowhere to be seen
I walked on, unmindful of where I had to go
Maybe when I would get to my destination
I would be rid of sorrow
For such does amount on my soul, in great load!
Maybe the skies are angry
Indeed, they do show me cruelty
Yet, I lose not faith in their power
For I am sure, from fright, they wish me not to cower!
Blessings always come hidden
Turmoils always come for a reason
Life is but a walk down a road
A road, ending with its own mode!
Someday, I shall show the skies my love
Even if now my path is but a walk in the doom of the night
Pray, Lords, with you I wish not to fight
Pray, Lords, for you I shall have to be brave!
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