The sinner's complaint I


My Lord, late Already
I don’t want you to wipe my tears
I don’t want you to hug me now
I don’t have the strength any more
To beg and to plead
To prostrate or to bow

Since the day I’m in love with you
I’ve been counting the stars
Talking to the moon
A reason to hang around
Coz I know you won’t show up soon

I know you really exist
But what are you doing up there
Your world makes me feel scared
Every time you peep out the sky
Whenever I moan each time I cry

You pass by me
Sometimes you halt
You smile and turn around
While...