A Flower In The Desert

The White Canvas

And before, as I wake up and sleep at night;

I am here, in a black hole thinking that someday I will see a bright new day again;

But dear, not everything are going to be sweet like sugar

and everyone are going to experience a bitter taste in life;

So I walk forward to my white canvas,

Where I put all my hopes and prayers,

Until one day after a huge storm pass us by;

There will be no hole on this white canvas

I seek for something new; so when I paint I can change the world I view,

Where all chain voice and broken heart be heal,

So I ask for many fingers to hold the brush; to make all the colors contrast,

But it takes time to repaint; as those fingers still lingering with their own pain,

Still, I never give up; because I don't want us to wander again in the dark,

I beg them to stay; put all my hopes in pray,

Until one day I reach the end; I thought I should seek another second chance,

I give all my all so those fingers will listen to my people,

And justice will win again,

On my white canvas that all story untold will be explore,

For the new dawn;that all those fingers drawn,

And finally, the independent that we seek from a clown be ours again.