Cast The Past With No Replay...

You wake up in the morn'

With a heart that feels torn,

Helpless about your situation

And your eyes dimmed of vision,

However you rise to face the day

Hoping heavens will share a way,

Change of the norm is your desire

And time is beckoning for retire,

Just a room for a post you pray

And cast the past without replay.

The society to you is watching

Their only hope in sea drifting,

Life is playing cruel left and right

While at sight everything is tight,

Cash at hand can't meet the need

The land also being barren of seed,

Everything you adjust to balance

Hoping hope will show at a glance,

When just a room for a post you pray

Then cast the past with no replay

The streets know you well than you do

And none matches your story to say, me too

Feel of being heavenly forgotten rolls

Then you slumber harvesting from strolls

Hand to mouth you've longed to quit

Your equals in posts, with them you are spit

No where to run, the harsh you must face

And responsibilities none to act in your place

Only room for a post you pray

And cast past without replay

Through the turmoil is seen longsuffering

Aiming the target without despairing

Courage then petitions your case

Goes ahead your room to trace

The dawning is now graced by the sun

Then peace you richly start to earn

A witness you stand tall to the society

That by grace you'll testify about liberty

When room opens for the post you pray

And the past is cast with no replay...