I’m not happy,
And I’m not sad.
I’m not looking
To my future,
But that’s not bad.

I’m looking
To my own past,
When I had hope,
And a promise,
For a better tomorrow.

I planted trees,
Somewhere back there,
And I’m waiting
For them to grow,
To bless the world.

Little ones like me,
Grown and free,
Would bring joy;
Contributing,
To humanity.

By: ElRoyPoet © 2019

Listen to TobyMac—Promised Land song