Alone in my room I talk to God like he's here.
Asking him what is wrong with this world we are in.
I hate watching the news turning names into figures.
So here I am on my knees praying for a cure.
In tears I hope their is more I could do.
But this body is weak and fragile too.
My mind is telling me to keep on fighting.
Even though my soul is slowly fading.
All I hang on now is my faith.
Hoping that he is listening in his seat.
Up there as his tears fall on Earth as rain.
Mourning for his children going through the pain.
And as I put myself to sleep in this cold and lonely room.
I wish upon waking up I'll open my eyes to a better tomorrow.

© Kalingayan Bayani