Everything isn't right
it seems nothing will be left
Peace is your birthright
To this false hope I cleft.
Everyone isn't right
Songs of hope they sing
Yet no good line to write
The bell of distress rings.
Everytime isn't right
To voice out my fears
What if I'm not right?
And what of my tears?
Such a bad time to be left
in the struggle to find peace
Why should I be left
When I'm trying to leave in one piece.
A little time is left
So endlessly will I pray
To find the best
Lest I become a prey
Shall I go to the right?
Where nothing is right,
Or shall I go to the left?
Where nothing is left.
ABIMBOLA MONILOLA
Thank you sir and about the rhythm not being consistent,how sir?
You used ABAB in the first stanza, then opted for AABB in the last stanza.
And in S2, 'sing' doesn't rhyme with 'rings'.
Do you get it?