sometimes, i find it so difficult to cater to Everything.

how do i even fulfill my own wishes when so much's taking place?

and behind these shoutings,
the music's playing.
i try to focus on what i want to.

its singing,
" He's the rock on which i stand. He's my fortress."
"He is, my life"

its one of those nights.
but
its alright,
i've got a strong steady shoulder to turn to.

mighty to save me.