Dear God 5/89

Wednesday, October 24, 2012 0 komentar
Dear God,
My heart is sick
But I don't want to think about it
I knew that I could manage the pain in my heart
But I'm afraid if I can't do that

For one thousand six hundred and twenty days,
I Live in my own world
To be faithful for something not worth
And what I have got
Is just the taste of void and hurt  
Yet, I believe in you, my Lord. 
that a rainbow did not form by a magic words 
it became beautiful because of the collision between water droplets and light 
it has happened with the process instead of instant 
And when the time is come 
I will stand triumphant 
Become your lovely work that make you proud

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