IS IT JUST ME OR WHAT COULD IT BE ?

 Could it be ?

That your heart melts, each time you fall down the stairs,

Soaked in Lifes misery, of so many fears,

 

Could it be ?

That you have forgotten how to sing,

When there is no music,

And all your dreams have been shattered,

By the dirge of a chosen moment.

 

Or could it just be ?

That the riddles of the sober winds have taken its toil on all things beautiful,

Or has the night robbed the sea?

Turning our spirits into lonely beings.

 

Or could it simply be ?

That we have forgotten how to praise,

And cherish the profound calling of his holy name,

Have we lost faith ? Or what could it  be ?

BY TONY TOKUNBO ETEKA FERNANDEZ