This man behind the keypads is bleeding...

The gas is burning low but morning isn't far away... Still I rise. (Photo credit: Google) Days like this then the nerves are weak and the bones are crying for help. Where do we turn? When the finish line isn’t anywhere nearby but the flesh is not willing to go an inch further; when the night comes and you can’t find a pillow to end it in bliss… When the sun has refused to take over from the heavy rain, wet clothes on the railings, crying for some fierce radiance from nature, they say it’s the hope that kills but can you stop anyone from being positive? That’s not even in the script but do you drop your heads even when the odds aren’t smiling? The street is bleeding but you can’t stay indoors because the walls won’t stop scaring you, it is not your fault but what would you do? More like the red sea situation and the message from the guy in the palace, what would you do? They say good deeds always come back, but what do you do when some certain people only remember your digit...