Times get hard and I pick my pen,
As problems worsen I go back into my den.
I wish to march out and face the challenge,
There has been plenty of forgiving and now I need to take my revenge.
I hate interference or shall I say repeated interruption,
All I want the people to do is live by the sun.
It started well but now I lag behind,
Adding to the stress in my already stressed mind.
Oh Lord, Give me strength to persevere,
Persevering thus let false turn out to be their actual fear.