How many times will you have hide?
How many times will you have to lie?
How many times will I have to cry, cry, cry?
And now I pray in the Lord up high
For me to gain my strength and fight
And I bid those fears and tears good bye, bye, bye.
I’m actually planning this as a lyrics of a song. However, I’m having a difficulty in finishing it. I think I’ll just let it be a poem for now.