Baskadia

Lets Me not Be Ashame

I am not perfect But I strife to work on my defect. Like a mother hen, I protect my crown From peering eyes, praying I fall down. Their cheering are mere adulation They gaze not for admiration But for disappointment I see eyes filled with resentment Like an ant, I work diligently. Knowing, they are working tirelessly, To steal my crown and erase my name. Dear Lord, let me not be ashame. Ears earnestly waiting for my fall, Dear Lord, your name I call. They are plotting to steal my crown And see