HOPE

Even tho it is not in sight
I am positive, the future is bright,
Its not by my power not nor by my might
It is Jah, who would win the Fight

Groping in this Darkness, I need His light
Shining in my path, as I make it through the Heights
Tho the weeping may endure for a night
His joy would come in d morning, as I fly my Kite

Tractors, Trees and Ploughs, All you see is a messed up site,
yea, those r my estates, You are welcome to the Bight of Bambam
Tho the story now would barely take 5minutes to write
The Biography would be in excess of Petabytes

Onward xtian soldiers Marching, Left Right, Left Right
Our sweat and strength we give, even out widows mite
Helpless & Hungry, Mosquitoes feed fat on us after each bite
But our Hope is golden, By the Grace of God it would all be Right

P.S. You are wearing my watch coz it's my Time