Sorrow
heaven is watching my struggle
my questions, my hunger, my stumble
there`s energy i have to unleash
and moments that i have to cherish

what`s the use of pointing the finger
of judgement,imprisonment, of anger
when the book was opened for me
there were no grounds to bear my knee

therefore,i stand up to pray
but I could hardly obey
the rules;in my sorrow
I got empty and narrow

i`m hanging on to all my dreams
although scared and bruised
when obstacles along the path
the pilgrim gets confused

i`m flesh and blood with expectations
no higher than my peace of mind
who does strive for revelations
how can i wait when you seem blind.