I Believe — Poetry

In the darkest season of my life,
When no light could pass through the blanket.
Thunderstorms eaten by black clouds,
Heaven’s face blurred with rains of sin.
Sun waged between walls of darkness,
Moon languishing in black abyss.
My world a seat of darkness;
I think of my soul and
I believe.

The streams of life red with sin
My throat pants like heated stone,
Droplets from heaven can’t stop ‘em
Red waters of sin.
Fire drenched with rain
My heart frost and cold
Avalanche of shivers break my system.
Is this my world?
My God, is this your world?
But…… I think of my soul and
I believe.

I think of my soul
Oh God of love
Let good times be back
I believe, Lord
Yes, I believe
While my soul yearns for you,
Let out the sun,
Vanquish the fiery chaos
Your moon in soft gay
Light up our paths of life
Send down my velvety world
Oh! Lord as
I believe