Dear God...

Dear God,

I'm stressed about myself, shower some courage

I surrender to you, please open the door of this cage

With every rising Sun, I wake up with delighted hope

But it pulls me back always, that confusion named rope

Path of life has brought, a kind of tricky slope

Easy to roll down, but to stand hard to cope

Can't say it's a slope or a way to deep down river

This thought hits hard, and out of fear I readily shiver

But who knows may you've for me, a beautiful world inside that depth

Nothing seems in my control, what I know is just to keep faith

I Hope in my favour, you will make a move soon

And from the dry season, life will turn slowly into a nourishing monsoon.