light and hope amidst chaosClinging on the vines of our past
Stalking quietly as the minute passed
Crimson dew beneath the baker's grave
With your breath withdrew, I claim, I crave.
Lucid tears from heaven, fell
Drought stopped it, burnt like hell
Leaving me with nothing but anxiety
"Oh God, why not get me out of this calamity?"
Lightning streaks brighten the gloomy night
Causing me panic, shock, worry and fright
Alas! I know that His answer is right
'cause we, people, are blinded by the untruthful "light"
Yet the gran'ry starts to crumble
With nothing else to do but to mumble
When hope is lost; just, withered
And the dream I dreamed, inevitably gone and faded.
Or is it?