There is a crisis, a turmoil going on,
Occupying my mind from dusk till dawn,
So many paths lay ahead,
Which path should I tread?
The decisions that create divisions,
So many views and visions,
Are compromises worth making?
Or just carry on living and faking,
Conflicted in my mind,
I can’t pretend to be blind,
What’s my release, my escape?
I can’t cry over my sour grape,
The hopes and dreams of people around,
I was dropped in middle of this battle ground,
One wrong move and it’ll be chaos about,
I bow down and plea and cry and shout,
I am a fighter, a warrior, stout hearted,
Thinking of the departing and the departed,
Can I make this right?
The end is hidden from sight!