Monday, November 26, 2007
As I tossed and turned my life away,
Unfair treatments always stay,
Nothing left on both my sides
Neither a best friend nor an old figure of man
I whined and cried throughout the lonely night,
What must I do to turn it right?
Seems so silent from voice above
Still voice singing “I am here”
Someday some night as I sleep
Come to sense that they truly live
Not elsewhere for me to search
Present here and always there.
Just sleeping right beside me
Counting sheeps
Much thoughts and war in me
He’s not bad after all
Compared to the drunken wolf king
Long ago, my wishes granted
What more can I ask for?
Just my Wonderful Father:)