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.