In the darkness of the night,
I stand in prayer,
I sit and weep,
I feel like crying,
I keep questioning,
Why me?
Why not others?
Just while others are enjoying, why am I struggling?
But then, again, I know,
This toughness won't last,
These days of sorrow too shall end.

Struggling ain't bad,
For I'm not struggling,
I'm building my life,
On the way to set up my own empire,
I'm sowing the seeds,
The fruits of which will come after a time,
Till then, I pledge to wait.

Nothing comes with a cost,
In the end, I'll just say,
"Indeed, with hardship comes ease,
My Lord will give me and I will be satisfied."-
For this, what my Creator has asked me to believe in. 

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