Listen


Folding my Hands,
Bowing down to Him.

In a hope that;
sometime someday He'll listen

Eyes are shedding tears,
head is getting fierce

A strong pointed knife is cutting,
each thought in mind coming.

Volcano is erupting,
my heart is now melting

Please listen to Me,
my Father, My God..

Things are still in hands,
Mind can still mends..

But, if once my patience breaks,
then even you can't hold my wreaks..