lost and found
When you are waiting,
you lost your sense of belonging,
when anger is not the option,
you choose to be happy with the wicked situation.
Life is a twisted play,
for what is right would found wrong in its way,
destiny is fate in replay,
for what is wrong would seek the right way.
What left is your virtue,
the faith you have to what is right,
what nice you can’t control nor subdue,
the wrong is never accused for faith will do you right.
