Some rainy day at home,
having small conversations in my head.
Little talks about life,
of its bittersweet and its rose of bed.
I've flew across the world,
many places and many kinds.
And as if God was speaking,
in the things I see through the corner of my eyes.
I see a world of wonders,
great beauty in sights.
The natural land, creations
and skyscrapers of heights.
And yet through all these richness,
I see another world engulfed by poverty.
Of sadness, of pains and hurt,
that can never be felt by the upper hand society.
I sit here in silence, ending my little conversation.
Can one single person really make a difference?
So I close my eyes and pray.
Heaven tell me, I can make a change.