A Wish... A Desire... A Prayer

Life of course is not a bed of roses
I’m bound to get my share of thorns
So O’ dear God! Here I ask you again
To give me strength and make me strong
There are days I will choke
There are days I will cry
I will need your tender whispers
Reminding me there’s a will if I try
Replenish me with fresh humor
Rejuvenate me with new zeal
Come promise, to lift me up
Whenever I’ll be knocked down
Reassure me that you’ll be there
To walk beside me through towns
As I will set on to conquest
The world of my dreams
For, there’s a lot in this world
That I still want to steal.