Last Thread Of Hope

I was born well, on my birthday everyone looked swell.

I was told I came out well threaded, ready to take on the challenges of life.

As years went by frustrations and pressures of life began to tare me down.

My well threaded life seems no longer to look alive, more like strife as I battle to keep myself together.

Every thread I lose, my life becomes lifeless as I lose the hope to move.

Paralyzed by my pain but yet I seem not to be dead, wondering what is keeping me to look ahead.

With no longer threads for me to brag, what is life for me to live that He will choose to spare.

But you see, even when every threads in your life falls like tears in your eyes.

If there’s still one last thread left of hope, You can use it to make you a rope.

Because Hope well threaded no matter how thin, can help you climb a rope of success.

HANG ON, HANG ON, please don’t lose HOPE just HANG ON.