The poem describes living in a city surrounded by lies and negativity, represented as a "deep black pit." The speaker feels tired of being surrounded by "silly" people who call them names and make harsh judgments without seeking to understand others. They want to leave this difficult environment and find a place filled with Jesus' positive presence that can fill them with peace and purpose.
The poem describes living in a city surrounded by lies and negativity, represented as a "deep black pit." The speaker feels tired of being surrounded by "silly" people who call them names and make harsh judgments without seeking to understand others. They want to leave this difficult environment and find a place filled with Jesus' positive presence that can fill them with peace and purpose.
The poem describes living in a city surrounded by lies and negativity, represented as a "deep black pit." The speaker feels tired of being surrounded by "silly" people who call them names and make harsh judgments without seeking to understand others. They want to leave this difficult environment and find a place filled with Jesus' positive presence that can fill them with peace and purpose.
The poem describes living in a city surrounded by lies and negativity, represented as a "deep black pit." The speaker feels tired of being surrounded by "silly" people who call them names and make harsh judgments without seeking to understand others. They want to leave this difficult environment and find a place filled with Jesus' positive presence that can fill them with peace and purpose.
I live in a city, With a solemn implicitly. Every street implies, A striking continuity of lies, Every corner of it, Is like a deep black pit, That the more you leave, The longer they will live. From school to home I walk, n my own without even a stalk. I had no choice but to pass by Through the black pit of dye. I!m tired of living in this vicinity. I!m sick of being surrounded by people so silly. I!m tired of people calling me dead kid, "ust because I never get to do their bad deeds. I want to clear the stage, Though I!m not yet done with the last page. I want to give it, to the one who deserve it. I want a lamp that has a brighter lit. I hate listening to eerie noises. I hate hearing vulgar #udgments. It strikes the right ear badly, Which leaves stitches in the left ear painfully. $eople speak sound #udgments, %ut never bother to seek their contentment. They want life!s publicity& %ut never had something for a simple ecstasy. 'ow could you live in a life of drudgery( A life that could not even welcome eternity( If "esus doesn!t live here, Then I need to )nd 'im there. I want 'is presence, Fill within my essence.