I went to far away Bicol
And there the air was cool
I met Ate Wendy and Nanay Vicky
And there we played scrabble everyday

Oh! Nanay thought that I was sickly
So she cooked my favourite spaghetti
How I wished I could stay longer
But I am afraid of our Father Master

The cross is too heavy and is irritating.
That is why I couldn't deny complaining. I feel ashamed.
But every time I look at Jesus on the cross, the more I become strong and courages.
For without Him, giving up is already next in line.

In times of distress, emptiness, and confusions
Let God be the source of inspiration
Ask for forgiveness and pray for protection
He will be your defender in any situation.