When faith grows short

  The world I live in is sure whack,

   Fixes me in things never in my plan

   But what really sets in my sack

   Is that thing that would make things go fine

   So they say!

   

    Scared to believe in my faith,

     Scared not to win either,

     My solace then lies in Who so ends the breath

     Who may either death or breath bring hither

     I await my lot ,while in grey and pray!