We are trained to give a little to get a little back

A fading world, a twisted logic

We wallow in the sea of lack

Ever so believable and tragic

Evasively, I try to wonder this broken land
weighing my confidence against my pride
when to pray to God for his helping hand
At best, it is worth tested and tried

Tears stream down my humble eyes
What more do I have to give
Looking at these drowsy skies
I reconcile this tragedy and grieve

Call me, emotionally strange

for my soul and mind, i have already given

For “life” there really is no equivalent exchange

A life spent, a debt paid