The Walk mate.

When we pass all the valley alone.
We think we don't have a walk mate.
And we are physically alone,
Feeling heat of solitude and dejection.

We have One who is everywhere,
He is like everywhere you go.
The Air which walk along with us.
And I have bumped it belly wise,
I am now heavy like the rock.

When we pass all the valley alone.
When we feel we are tally hopeless.
And no way out of what we think.
We have One who is everywhere.

We may walk,plummet and sober,
There might be impedes,woe and impossibles,
When walking on the valley alone,
With untraceable feeth of the Air.

Sometimes you fall and cried a river.
And to many tears making a flood,
Always have feedback when booing,
I see a voice saying " you're not alone".

-Warri Stanley