Crying out in the desert,
Looking for a stream of hope;
Fighting for those who deserves,
But waiting for never coming love.
Running through the fire,
Just so that I can have a closer look at my goal;
Is it too much to ask?
Just to have a taste of happiness?
Hideous stares from human,
Why is it so painful to bear?
The stares of envy and hate,
Why are they staring at the success?
I fell down on my knees,
The cold freezing rain licked my cheeks;
Only now I realize,
I’ve ran too much.
Must I give up my vision?
A vision of happiness that lies so far?
Is it never ending?
The pain that is so frightening…
Looking back at the past,
The pain and tears;
Maybe I’ve tortured myself too much,
Have I finally come to a full stop?
I’ve become so scared,
So scared of the man that I maybe;
Will it be the shining armour that I will be wearing?
Or will it be the cloak of solitude?
Should I look forward to the seat of gold?
Should I look forward to the staff made of gold?
Should I set my eyes so high up?
Maybe I’ll just be another disappointment.
-LR
