I could go to the tallest mountain
Feast my eyes upon the breathtaking view..
The initial thrill sends shivers through me
But tears find their way out and
I hold them back with my head held high,
Because of the grief by my side.

I could go through the concrete jungle
Watch the city lights.
Shiny buildings and skyscrapers.
Waltz through the city splendour
Then again, tears find their way out
But I hold them with my head held high
Because of the grief by my side.

I could live in the most beautiful home
Caressed in a loving family
Nourished with the healthy
Then again, tears find their way out
But I hold them, my head held high
Because of the grief by my side…

And then I lift my hands up in prayer
I have to? Who else is there?
Crumbling in front of my Lord..
Tears gush out, I don’t hold them back
Head bent low…
Because HE Knows, HE Knows…
About the grief by my side…