i can hear my own voice, talking to me, noone to hear me speak,noone to speak to me,noone really interested,
But i know my Lord is ever lending His ear to me but sometimes i can't assure of this myself...
In this world where outer beauty counts most
where power and charisma is a necessity and a loud voice matter a lot
where achievements and laurels haul you up the ladder of success
where realtionships are conditional,
when people tell each other, as long as you are healthy and pleasing to look at, I am with you
but when you are down and out, noone really cares if you are dead or alive
when the closest betrays and the trusted forsakes...
i cry out frm within, with all the strength that is in me
"I cant take it any more Lord,
Maranatha Lord, Maranatha!"
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