love.
what a beautiful word.
full of hurt.
it could hurt.
it hurts.
breaker.
heartbreaker.
family wrecker.
full of life.
could stay a lifetime.
could heal wounds, could make them.
could heal wounds and tear them back up again.
true love........
it hurts because it has to.
tears you apart because of love.
never meant to hurt you but to bring you back.
you would have no lack.

Don't want to trust myself again, I know I can be shaken, that I am unreliable, easy to forget.

Don't want to trust myself again, what if I turn away again, what if I don't keep my words and make a mess again.

Stop trusting myself already. It happened once or twice a day already.

Stop trusting yourself, trusting your flesh, it's rotten,  hard to predict what it will do next. That will leave you gasping for air, trying to recover again.

So hard to trust someone like you.
Because I am afraid that when I lose you when you turn your back on me, I will be hurt. Again.

Who am I to you? To the World. To the Lord. To you who bullies me sometimes. To you whom I have been a bully to once. To the birds of the skies. To the creatures at night. To the deep sea monsters down below.

Who am I to you? Who am I to me? Am I suppose to be you. Or to be me, my broken, weak self.  Am I suppose to speak out in the streets. Am I suppose to stay silent only outside but be nuisance behind those black screens of today. Am I suppose to sing my heart out in Church.

WHO am i suppose to be. what am i suppose to be.... all of them maybe. i can be broken. shattered to pieces. yet strong.  I need to know...who..what i am suppose to be..

Lord, I'm lost. Do you hear my cries?

Sometimes, I can't feel you near, I don't feel your affection I can't see the light.

Help me, O Lord, I know I can do it, I knew I could take flight, to the sky, but I need your help, your guiding hand and I will do my part.

Lord, I'm lost, tired and weak. Would you just be with me? And hold me, never to leave?

Thread by Thread, sowing light.
O so white, gloriously bright.

Like the Sun, hanging up high, shining brightly.
My Spirit soaring, my faith growing. The Passion burning.

A black canvas can be painted white.
Dark skies can still be streaked with light.

I don't know about you, but I will be wearing light.
The fire within burning bright. The light inside, never to be put out.