i pleaded
i wanna go home
i cried
please take me back home
but my father-
he said no
he said it's too early
i need to do my homework
i have to pass the test
he wants me to learn more
he hopes to see me finish it
finish it well


i pleaded
take me home
he said no
finish it well
do the homework ive given you on earth
pass the tests, the trials so you'll learn
learn more about me, about them, about life
it's too early, you aren't ready
you can't force or choose
your own graduation date
you can't decide when it's time to go home

i pleaded
take me home
father said no
finish it well and
wait for the ring of the bell
and i'll welcome you
here in heaven,
in my arms,
your home.

i was looking for my worth
so i looked all around me to find it
i looked at myself and find nothing

i looked behind me, the dark past of failures and pain
i looked at myself to find an empty heart from the past, i gained

i looked forward, a blurry and foggy future awaits
i looked at myself to find myself standing on a quicksand,  im stucked and sinking in the present

i looked beside me, people are there but distant from me
i looked at myself to find hands that are nasty, *****, that's why no one would hold me.

so i looked down
bend my knees on the ground

i looked up the sky
hold my breath and cry

as i see you there
with arms reaching out
with eyes without a tinge of doubt.

You gave me a new heart
and filled it with your love.

You made my hands clean
and grabbed it tight as if saying "im here".

You pulled my feet that were stucked
and help me move forward to the future you've planned.

You welcomed me in you arms
gave me a warm embrace
wiped my tears til it left no trace

then you whispered in my ear
and loving said
"My daughter,
you are and
will always be loved
You have been
and will always be
precious in my sight"



I am empty. I am a failure. I can achieve nothing. I am unloved. I am worthless.

But not anymore

For I am loved, saved by his grace. I am given a hope and a future.
I am precious before God.



And so are you.

she is willing to stand
under the pressure and weight
of the waterfalls
just to stay connected to you,
the cold river.

The more I get over you,
the less poetry I write
so you
either were a great inspiration
*Or I was never a poet, but
just a man hopelessly in love.