It was bleak outside,
Same inside;
I quivered at the thought of life,
It starved the life out of me,
I was scared of the endless strife.

It didn't seem an easy ride,
Surely a heavy stride;
I bounced and bumped through the lonely road;
Unable to see the light,
It was a road which no one strode.

Was there light at the end of the tunnel?
Was it worth this grave dismay,
The thought that I was all alone;
In the dark austerity of the tunnel,
The candle light was blown.

I tripped and turned in the walk of life,
The tunnel seemed like eternity;
I thought I had inched closer to the light,
But I was far away from purity.

Why this threat, why this fear?
Why this unending difficulty?
What have I done to be cursed such?
Was I short of fidelity?

I didn't give up,
I was scared to give up,
Not having another go,
I walked and walked and walked and walked.
Unaware of where I was headed to.


After that nerve racking journey,
I made it to the light,
The tunnel had ended,
So had the passed,
life seemed bright.

As I reached the end of the road,
Thee was a pool of life,
As I squatted to taste the life,
I heard an astounding roar:

It was you,
You for sure,
You were the favoured one,
The hardships and dismay had been
Just a test of the almighty one.