Life, when will you change?
When will the tears in my eyes,
Creating high and low tides,
Of emotions in my heart cease?
I feel helpless, enslaved,
To my own thoughts.
Thoughs of my son, his future,
Torture me, as I keep trying,
To make a new beginning.
I ask god why you chose me,
Why I am facing this?
A son who is throwing tantrums,
As school seems an enemy to him.
He seems different from other kids,
Not interested in many thing.
I feel drowned in my own emotions,
Why me? Why me?
All the sorrow in the world,
God guide me..
And now I rest my fingers,
As I have laid out my heart to thee.