Dear our Father who art in heaven
during this pandemic,
where our eyes don't dry of tears,
where fear eat at the palm of our hands,
and there is grinding of teeth,
Believe me when I say,
I wish I can long for money,
but at this moment I don't
Believe me also when I say,
I wish I can long for materialistic things,
but they all don't matter but life do
Rich, poor, you name it,
we are only after two things,
which is life and peace of mind,
The preservation of our lives,
as well as of our family and friends,
is all we long for Dear God

There I was,
lying next to him,
as he lied underneath my head
feeling all kind of warmth of his chest,
vulnerable on each others arms,
feeling the softness of both our skin,
I took a blink,
because all to me was like a dream,
a dream that I don't ever wanna wake up,
Slow like the movement of a tortoise,
I open my eyes to check if I'm not dreaming
And there I was,
not dreaming but brimming with love

Heartache can fade,
Dreams can fade,
Hope can be lost,
so as faith
But the love of ink,
in the piece of a paper,
can never fade away
My diary and my pen got my back

Birthed me,
nursed me,
trained me,
And most of all you loved me

to the womb that became my home for 9 months,
to the arms that never grew weary for years,
to the chest that turned my pillow for decade,
to the back that forever bended for me to find a comfort place of sleep,
and to the lap I'll never outgrow for,
I raise my fist up there in the sky to say,
Thank you

Shhh Listen,
to the beautiful sound of these lilies,
Listen attentively
to the sweet melodies they are making,
They are blossoming,
just like a morning sunrise
They are glowing,
like a colorful butterfly in the Spring season
Just as the human need oxygen, water I'll give them,
as I dine in their shadow and lend them an ear
these dozen bunch of my  lilies

Back to the cell
Where I long for freedom
and a breeze of a sunlight
and to be excused of unjustified doings I did

But at this moment,
none of it matter than the hunger that I feel
But the thing that can only quench it seems unreachable,
just like the key that defines my freedom
As the the sky is the limit,
so is my strength to getting the bread of life

To the key of freedom,
I stretched not my hand
But to the bread that sustain life,
I stretched out my hand to have a piece of it
The bread of life that shall keep me alive

Go ahead and blame him,
blame him for eliminating the pain he was feeling,
blame him for ending the emptiness he was feeling,
"He took the easy way out" they say,
but he chose life didn't he?

Sorrow after sorrow,
grief after grief,
Don't you think this burden was just too much?
too much for him to carry on his shoulders?
He only wanted life of no sorrow,
that is why he took his own life