In the Darkest Cloud of Hardships, I am raised
In the hope to debunk,
Debunk those melancholy clouds of hunger,
Hunger of love,
Hunger of respect,
Hunger to keep the body and soul together

Still I fear to dare to quench those thirst,
Cause the thought of dare reminds me the
atrocities of thunder clouds full of hardships.

I walk through days with broken feet,
yet dreams inside refuse defeat.
The dust may blind, the path may bend,
But I still wait for the storm to end

People pass with polished grace,
But none can read the cries I trace.
In silence I scream, In silence I strive,
To not just exist- but feel alive

Sometimes I wonder, is hope just a game?
A tale told to keep broken hearts tame?
Or maybe it’s that last unseen thread,
That keeps a half-lived soul from being dead.

I don’t dream big- I just dream peace,
A little warmth, a little release.
Not gold, not fame, not skies too high,
Just a corner of sky that’s mine when I cry.

I pray some good day,
Sweet wind of divine mercy would flow my way
for me the greatest fallen of fallen
So the tears-inducing cloud would sweep my way
Thunders of love clouds would ignite again
All those hardships will relinquish my way
Prosperity and divine mercy would reign again.