My Prayer

Dreams, ignition, there isn’t a distinction, but I’m far from my mission and
in addition it’s the first of additions, the dishes I’m dishing out are empty requesting,
It takes faith and a leap, to help the needy indeed,
With nobody counting your deeds, the earth has fallen in deep,
Most of the people asleep, we looking up as we speak,
And seek for God to!
Mud on my boots, scars on my face,
As I’m approaching the bench, to tell the people there’s some kind of mistake,
Unless they say I’m guilty and they’re resting my case,
Sentenced today to Satan for paper,
As much as I labour, try to endeavour, never say never it’s kind of my prayer,
Only people holding me back from my saviour, I’m sick and tired of the
tag of war with angels and demons and taken for granted, these ain’t the
words you gonna be reading as I’m declaring a blessing!
Times I’ve been tested, voices that whisper, Dani is wasted,
Never gon’ make it just throw him back in the village,
Not gonna wait for my old age, there’s gonna be a difference today,
Not gonna hide in the bushes, there’s gonna be an appearance today,
Not gonna make up excuses, there’s gonna be inheritance today,
Not gonna try to turn and leave, there’s gonna be progress today,
So please prepare to listen as I preach and I pray, saying:

CHORUS

I’m gonna stand, on my feet!
And I’m gonna get, my voice heard!
Now is the time, to take the, lead
And help them, rise above the fear,
My God! Caught up in a hollow position, the kind of sorrow I was
breathing in was causing a holt and how come!
Every single assignment I’m putting my energy, soul and ambition in
brings negative results, so I tried! To analyse; the root of my direction,
causing a complication,
Devil rewriting my story, so I went seeking a calling,
With a backpack backed up with forces,

Man it’s time to joust this with horses, I’m taking this down from the causes,
Pause it!

I’m setting it, and this time,

So you think you’ve been taking! I’ve been baking, making,
Sure that you stick to what you’re saying and praying, I mean it’s,
Really not the meanest unless you’re a menace to society,
Sobriety been staging a riotry and devouring every single opportunity
and probably with the people you’re hiring, you’re retiring to poetically
rewriting your poverty and I’m tired of this!
Resurrected in your name but somewhat seeking direction, redemption,
permission, coordination,
All the intention is to say, that; I’m sorry I lost focus and I’m back here again,
I came back and I’m sane I’m saying;
That there’s a gain so we gon’ do this again,

CHORUS

I’m gonna stand, on my feet!
And I’m gonna get, my voice heard!
Now is the time, to take the, lead

And help them, rise above the fear,

I’m gonna stand, on my feet!
And I’m gonna get, my voice heard!
Now is the time, to take the, lead
And help them, rise above the fear,

Composed and published by,
Daniel Mwesigye,
Karl Katende,
Cello Recordz,
Uganda, East Africa