Unfortunate to be
Pleading on my knee
asking myself why me?
When every all was made for me
But my unwillingness to see
The blessings drifting on raft at sea
The drops poured onto me
The fruits that hang to the tree
All drifting down on ski
Banging the door to set me free
Failed to search the answer within me
I denied to open & un-key
Retaining the contradiction within me
Who on this earth I must be?
Asking to thee, why me?
Still wandering why I am made to be?
Untill from the loop my soul is set free.
