Holding my hands
Are my hopes as small as the sands
Hopes which are faded as they are jaded
With the wordls ugly hatred

Will things fade
even before it is made?
Am i not a human
beyond the skin that God has made?

Will You cross that line?
A line which is dim
with unsure future which lies down ahead
God if its is your will
let it be done
in Yours and Yours alone.....

David Bala