7 is a lucky number, so 77 must be twice as lucky
in fact, 77 is all about luck, isn't it?
The rain poured down, thunder, lightning, cold,
my wind grew shallow, my muscles weary,
my faith stretched and the cord was fraying,
with no more hope, i set to praying.
i prayed and sang a song of faith,
i prayed my ancestors could heal their strife,
my troubles re-visited, they were part of me after all,
they put us where we are, where we were,
after the fall.
the ocean stretched before me wide,
my heart welled up deep inside,
a human i am, flawed and soft inside,
turning over my troubles,
on the bumpy, wild ride.
my cats forget all their arguments, their troubles and pains,
and us humans revisit again and again,
painful sad memories
when we get stuck in the sand,
praying for our father to
free us again.