Tired and so weary
Giving up becomes so easy
But the Crown beckons
The Battle must be won –
Tempted and tried
Inside the smiling self
Waves of fear and doubts arise
Will I really make it Home?
Wounded and agonised
Is there a brook anywhere?
From the depths of the soul,
There is a crying out –
This race will I continue to run
Till the doorbells ring for me
And if it happens that I fall
I will rise and continue the race
Till my Lord one day I see
