How do we escape this reality,

How do we break free from poverty?

Oh Lord, will this ever end?

Have you seen my father, Lord?

Is it his stubbornness or destiny?

I know he’s ruined, yet still defiant.

I seek forgiveness on his behalf.

He needs your presence, Father,

To acknowledge your love, Lord.

He thinks he can manage alone,

But I know nothing is achievable without you.

Whenever I look at him,

My heart bleeds.

Have you seen my mother, Father?

A hardworking woman,

Who embraces any job, Father,

For us—we are her reason.

To provide for her children,

She endures anything,

Even unbearable pain.

But in the end, nothing pays off.

I appreciate her efforts, Father,

But the journey grows tougher each day.

How do we escape, Lord?

When will this end, Father?

Dear Father, please forgive my mistakes.

I showed people the heart you gave me,

I attracted broken spirits, Lord,

They found healing in me, Lord,

Now they cling to me.

Why do I face trouble each day?

Why do I keep messing up my life?

I have questions, Father,

Silent questions, yet I keep hoping and trusting.

Will I ever enter a school?

Will I ever proudly call a place my workplace?

Will my life ever reflect my dreams?

Dear Father,

I seek your presence and your will.

Please show me the way, Lord.

I feel trapped in a jungle,

With paths that lead nowhere.

Please help me, Father