and this turn of events
hurts like death from papercuts
little invisible slits, they throb
through even single vein,
choking even breath.

what we can control,
we have achieved to our best
here comes the hardest part
and it will rain daily, from now on.
give me back my sunshine.

and this calls for fervent praying.
when winter comes
and threaten to stay for sure.
please give me hope
i need that much.


tell me everything's ok.
that we'll awake someday
from this overdued nightmare
to a brighter day, better world.
i need to be strong.