In moments of joy, we raise a toast and celebrate with others;
But the intoxicating high is ours.
When life strews our path with thorns , others walk by us, consoling us;
But, Its our feet that bleed, none can share it.
In moments of dark despair, others can give a shoulder to lean on;
But, the depth of grief remains ours and only ours
It’s only the inner strength, that sees us through the ups and downs
Dear Lord, to you we look up, to for the inner strength to traverse the lonely journey called life!!