• parrotpen 5w

    The Listener

    Gone are those days,
    I couldn't sleep with a heavy heart.
    How could I possibly forget?
    The tears that keeps rolling through my chicks, just like a running tap.

    How could I possibly forget?
    When I choose the wrong path,
    Committing crimes, and dwelling in unlawful possession.

    How could I possibly forget?
    When the thorn of life keep crossing my paths.
    That's a great disaster.

    Then unto Him, I ran
    For who can ease my affairs if not Him.
    Coz, He's the listener
    Who listen to the voiceless.
    ©parrotpen