the lords on the clouds
so high, so strong
the sun was covered
my vision blackened
i walk slow, stumbled
in the dark, stranded

and though i’m blinded
my Lord is somewhere above
higher,
bigger,
stronger

i should be resting
the bustling cars changed to windy fields
i should be thriving
finally safe to take off the mask of secrecy

but why can i hear the injustice louder
the farther i go
why do i feel the call even stronger
when i just let go

is it not my dream to be free
the happy-go-lucky
yet it still feels like I’m pretending
the pain is alive somewhere, beating

when i left i painted the wall
"i'll never find someone like you"
it's true
but then my Lord showed me
someone better
someone i needed

if i’m to get burned
just because I believe in You
then there’s no regret on it

i couldn’t help but wonder
how did she feel

to be loved for embracing her pinkness
yet admired when expressing her anger

to believe that she can do it
to be grateful for everything

to feel safe enough to smile
to stand brave against the world

adulting is
making mistakes
and being responsible of it’s consequences
even if it wipes my good image
like rain that soaked my hair and clothes
at least I’m standing still

I love you, even when
you didn’t get that full marks
I love you, even when
you didn’t publish that writing
I love you, even when
you didn’t finish task for reasons
I love you, even when
you lose it all and be forgotten