I
When hurdles pile dirty in a long long while
And visions get blurry like a mirror in steam
Then you are almost getting to the end of the cliff
II
When passions get confusing like illusion so sore
As hearts battle heads at the crossroad of sanity and madness
Know you are almost getting to the end of the cliff
III
The end of the cliff is the end of a pain’s trip
It is where blessings flag to let success salute
Like a Commander- in-Chief of your life’s own boat
You will inspect shame’s parade as they salute in honour
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015