A couple of times

In this lifetime

I’ve found myself walking on thin ice

Doubting my tomorrow

The past keeps on haunting me

I’m drowning in my sorrow


My feet cold

Not sure what may unfold

How to turn dust into gold?

How to be bold?


So I was told


Only succeed to fail

Blessed with a curse

To chase away sun,

And bring storm and hail

Wise one show me how to placate this pain