If you parade with your pains,
What would be the significant of smile?
If you parade with each drop of tear,
How are you ought to feel the rain drops?
If you wander with the visibility of your bruises,
What will make the dance circle not be painted red?
If you only hold broken crayons,
How is the rainbow ought to be coloured then?

Yes, you are broken,
Yet not destroyed

Was once nonexistent
No companion, no home
Just wandering around
Like a bee trapped on a can
Until the man of my calibre
Came along and occupied this heart
And love found home

Every word said
Just felt unsaid
Wounds appearing healed
Unnoticeable kept bleeding
Like a drop of water on a loose tap

Only the smell of an ink
With the turn of each page
Wet with each tear,
Understood the procedure
Of her words becoming a prescription

Put on her shield
Raise the double-edged sword
Placed within the palm of her hand
Just like Moses she will lead

Clothed with piety
Take on the sling, put on stones
Mouth full of praises
Like David she will subdue

A warrior of exactitude
Rising against the Amorite
Full of dispute
To authenticate

Possessing like Joshua
Dominating like Judah
And birthing new creation like Mary
For she is of Jesus Nation

I asked him the other day
"Do you love me?"
He placed my hand in his beating heart
Whispered on my ears with his calming voice
Opened my eyes to read between the lines
And made me taste the liquid from his well
Until butterflies were chanting on our heads
And he said "That is love"

Yes, life is worth more than dollars
A piece of diamond treasured
A sweet aroma through bunch of lillies
Even a kiss in the sunset in the middle of nowhere

Death, Life,
Still beyond human control
But I'd choose none today
Yet I choose "thank you"

It was this other day
Picture it in your mind
Pen it in your heart
Once the ink is dry, let it go

Dry bones once breathed life upon
For supernaturals to come into existence
Became dry and useless once again
Just like useless agony, let it go