The cloud so gloomy,
feel shattered ,weary ;
too many sleepless nights,
I tossed on my bed.


some days are cruel,
some days are good ,
some days are stormy;
some days are calm;
just as the waves of the sea


my body is weak, but still;
my soul strive still, well ,
not all battles last for lifetime;while
some do,I might not be the strongest in
my battles, neither am l a quitter in it
cos,God's love strengthen me,that
makes fight my battles as a lion;
ready to devour its prey ,cos
I CONQUER STILL
© Deborah, The Blacicon