Looking at him stumble, asking for help to keep his next foot right,

He was never the man who would run away from a fight.

Watching him steep so low and being a part of his fall,

Has made us all weak , tired and insecure,

Yet we walk with our heads up and tall.

Death, separation and guilt has surrounded us like the clouds

that swallow the light of the burning sun,

Pain and sorrow has knocked on our door again,

This is when we all have to be one.

Life hasn’t been the way we imagined it to be this year,

However the ship must cross the tides ,

and the captain should show no fear.

Being the head of a family is no easy job,

You’ll have to run , you’ll have to earn , you’ll have to take hits and despite all this you won’t have time to sob.

I’m proud of what he does for the family and I’m proud that I’m his son,

But sometimes I feel exhausted and my mind tells me to run.

I have no shame in saying this that I feel weak and tired,

Well life is about fighting but if its only about fighting , then that becomes weird.

Hope is the only alarm that wakes us up every morning ,

Yes we still believe our days would get better and that it would stop raining.

Life hasn’t been the way we imagined it to be this year,

However the war must be won , and the king should show no fear.