I hope I could write the words from your tears,
the sentences from your trembling eyes
and answer the questions from your quivering lips.
I hope I could touch
the pain from your past,
the swollen screams of your soul
and the cries of your heart.
I hope I could still see
the things that you yearn for,
and give you the stars you wanted to reach.
But self, we are nothing but a chaos
A messed up stranger--a pure different dream.
Wake up, and let the sun touch your every pages
Wake up, and let the truth kiss your delusional mind.
