Crawl

Some days the rains are too heavy our legs are stuck in mud and cut the floods pull us back But you crawl till you reach the dry land sometimes the sun burns the skin to bruises the dust clouds our eyes and we have to shut some days the anchor is only our conscience for we are blind cannot see that clear land But you crawl till you reach clear land Yes some times the waves rise they sweep us off our feet then we tremble and shake and whimper But crawl you will find an anchor