As I fight the battle of my life, I felt alone.
At times I want help, but nobody is there.
I cried but no one heard it.
They thought I’m tough, but deep inside I am not.
I am strong outside, but I’m so soft inside.
Yet God strength makes me going.
Yet at times weakness consumed me and I crumbled.
It seems no one could pick me up for they too are
so busy of their own life.
All I do was to hide and wept, praying someone would
care to remember me.
All I need is one hand to help me out….
As I become exhausted and need rest,
I wish someone will fight and defend me.
I cried…Lord please give me one hand this time.
Throughout my struggles …
I don’t have anybody but God Himself who strengthens me.
He helped me in my ups and downs…
He lifted me up when I fainted.
He holds me so I may win the fight.
For God wants me to be a Warrior.
Even though inside of me is a child.
Weak-willed but was able to conquer my enemy.
For my love of God vanquish it all.