sickness got sick when it struck me

was so much messed up there was no place free

felt less important & left me alone

flesh i don't have amidst skin & bone

blessed i am with just a smile

that every now & then makes me happy for a while


the source of whom is difficult to find

my torch is worthless,i am blind !


still i manage to live every night

every second i struggle is worth the fight


that one day i know i have to win

I'll find the forgiveness for every sin


that destiny commits with me everyday

in god i trust & he shall pray !