Hello from the other side
I tried to call a couple times
But no one answered
So I poured my heart into a couple lines
Through blood, sweat and tears
still he couldn’t cut the rhymes.
Re animating words is when he comes alive.
He’s thriving when they said he can’t survive.
Used to be a time when they said he was weird.
He would shut his eyes and wishes he’d disappear.
But he knows he has to face the fear.
Even if he has to taste his tears.
Even if he hates the face in mirrors.
All of the wasted years, worried bout the thoughts of peers.
Buried under a blanket with lots of prayers.
Is this how he’s gonna live his life?
Living behind a desk working 9 to 5?
Making calls but they’re hanging up so he starts to write.
And it starts tonight.
Taking the leap, no more living on the edge.
Faith in action, so he leaves it on a page.
Hardest thing he’ll ever have to do.
Not really, no one expects him to fill anyone’s shoes.
What did a boy of 33 ever have to prove?
Or rather, what does he have to lose?
Stands to gain the world,
If he’d only shoot for the moon.
So he keeps his mind on the cosmos like its gospel.
Cos he knows with God, nothing is impossible.
Jon Lau/ 15 April 2023
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