Going back to the past where I am just a dust.  
Remember that I am a sinner but not failure.
Angels began to sing their praises to the Lord.
Crying for tomorrows hope, trying to find light.
Eternal promises will keep my faithfullness.
Loving each other and praying to each other is my only job.
Letting myself to be with Him.  
Ending this poem will prove that we are just a dust and we need to believe.

I hope that someday the old way are still open going back to our left promises.

I am such a failure I can't even write a poem.

I can't string my simple thoughts into coherent sentences

What

A

****-up

Here I am sitting at the lonely four corners
thinking, why i'm not enough?