I feel lost.

Like I'm alone,

Don't know which way to go.

All I wanna do is make it home.

I wake up everyday to retire my parents,

But realize how hard it is, without guidance.

I remember Mama and I had this conversation.

I just remember crying to her,

"I feel like I'm in a race, and the finish line

keeps moving further and further away."

She smiled, and responded

"Thats because you're running the Lord's race."

We are second to him,
God Bless.