Your worst days are upon you
There are time you don't know what to do
Life feels as if its quite short instead
No bed, no place to lay your head
Most of you love ones are died
But you are holding on to faith by a thin thread
Not knowing how you will be feed
Praying to god its not you who will be dead
There is hope and some day you will have your bed to lay your head
And a better living ahead