I’m sick of the noise
That comes and goes with the day
I’m sick of the anger
That rubs like coarse sand on a dry face
People are sick of war
Always disrupting their lives
People like me are sick of being scared
Scared of what we do not know
I’m sick of not knowing who you really are
And not knowing who I really am
I’m sick of people taking you away from us
Excluding from schools and from our lives
But we never get sick of knowing
Knowing that you are there for us
Like a mother for a child
Or like the sun to follow the rain
I’m glad you are here for us
Almighty King and Ruler of the Earth.
