Near the true blue ocean
I grew with a rowdy crew
I lost lots of aspiration and focal focus of inspiration
I was poisoned by peers which was like a crime of treason
I had no time for books and brooks but for crooks
Hope was gone and my destiny forgone
My faith was tried and my hands were tied
Battles within made me thin without hope to win
I consented to contend with life even for discord
My entire dream was to be the cream of scholars
To be a prolific author with a decent profile in my profession
To be the best human resource manager the world over
And become the best paid CEO the world over
And nurture young people to obey their creator
And remind people they have a life to live
Telling them to believe and never to leave
Their faith in God because it will determine their fate
For God is faithful to the grateful and truthful
God will remain and ascertain to keep His word
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