Half past the darkness
in solitude, I once lived.
Obscured in a room was freedom,
where hope is nowhere to be found.

A candle without a kindle,
a corner freezing in sorrow,
a heart that was left broken,
excruciatingly, accompanied with pain.

Tomorrow, I have learned to hate.
Another day, I have learned to forget.
Shadow, I became to befriend.
Alone, I became to embrace.

Half past the darkness
another being came for me to live.
Imminent in a room is freedom,
where hope is everywhere to be found.

A candle igniting a kindle,
a corner melting in enthusiasm,
a heart repairing itself,
poignantly, recovering from pain.

Tomorrow, I am beginning to love.
Another day, I am beginning to anticipate.
Shadow, fading obscurely.
Alone, I am no more.

Half past the darkness
God sent this being to me.
The reason may be unknown, but
enlightened today I am,
the vision of hope, and
the name of his, I have come to know.