The baggage weighing on my back
Tiredness streaching limbs and grabbing me from every side and every corner
I long for hope
I look out for light
I bang my head on every door I find
But every door seems occupied
I'm left with nothing but helplessness
I'm at the edge of giving up but deep inside a voice in me tells 'don't'
So I end up knocking on one last door
that the heaven's door
I rest all my baggage beneathe his door and
I beg till he listens but still a deep question lies hanging there
Will he listen?