The Golden Light
The Golden Light
My sail is thrashed and torn
I am struggling to row across the dawn.
Where I stand in the middle of the sea, Waiting for my golden side to shine through the sky.
Many long years have passed, the struggle does not end. I am tired of seeking to reach the coastal line.
But I don’t get the comfortable hand to fetch me to the side which will make me reach my golden side.
Faith and hope are the only two sides that I feel will make me win my fight.
The fight within me and the outside world, I know I can win and sail across the dawn of golden light.