Worries of the mind
are tears of the soul
the heart cant help it
but set the pulse abuzz

The nurses take blood samples
The doctor gives description
But the pulse knocks faster
to beat the pain inside

The High blood pressure
The sweat dribbles and drapes
making itself welcome even if confusion
making its strides felt

One sweet quite nurse asked a 'funny', yet a question to change the course of time
Baba is anything troubling your passage where thoughts resides and thoughts provoked

It's like someone has hit my back with a baseball bat, quite and stunned I looked at her
She quickly said, politely let it goh Baba or else you'll lose your life and find it dead

My mind came back and realised I'm sick
I'm sick in the mind and sick in the soul
Im sick inside, my thoughts confused
My tears are dry I cry no more

LET ME LET GO TO
FIND MYSELF AND FIND MY LIFE
Let me let God and God Let me
To find the true meaning of LIFE AGAIN