People say you understand. But I don't seem to understand. How could a God like you, know me? How could a God like you, knows how is it like to be human. A human with sins. How could you know, how I feel? How could you know, how fear feels like? How could you, still love me. I wonder. I wander. I just want to be brave. I just want to feel a blazed. I just want to feel like a warrior Just want to feel the way you want me to be. A conquerer, you said that I am a conquerer. But I don't feel like I am. But you know what, sometimes, warriors could feel that way too. Because we are humans too. I hope you see this letter. Which I have sent to you. Even though it doesn't rhyme, I hope you would love me still....