i cried for help
But no one could hear me.
Again, I cried silently for a helping hand
Still no one could listen to me.

I’m drowning deeper than I could thought
but was made mockery of my shames
Pitifully, I held my breath and hoping
someone could help
I saw no one but have faith,
I said to myself but faith wasn't enough
And I’m dieing.

Faith is enough to warm a furnace
And to resurrect graved hopes.
Even when life tucked in its goodness
And clothed our soul with weariness.

I’m inking steadily to impregnate your barren mind
That shames escort success so you can’t please human.
Tightly I held my pen, hoping to write to the cloud
Maybe a blessed rain could flood your sorrow away.
I’m replying your note that faith is enough and death isn’t a perfect peace.