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september

in the month of september,

i met someone i thought is my forever

but then i looked at my Father,

and realized He's just in the corner

He's in the corner of my room

while i am busy looking at the moon,

and daydreaming about my groom,

oh why am i so doomed?

that night someone decided,

saying he'll wait for me until the end

i doubted and checked if my Father was still there

but at that moment, I've heard a cry that i can't bear

the next day i got to school,

i definitely look like a fool,

and it seems like my heart isn't whole

oh why do i feel like attacked by a bull

the same days i saw his eyes shining like a star

but my heart shouted "look at the One who made the star"

then i looked at Him and saw Him smiling

and at this moment, i am the one who's crying

grief

the road to your house

still stings the wound

like an alcohol drop

my eyes still tear up

i still cry when i pass by the peach house

along the street,

i still see you sweeping the ground

i sometimes wonder,

if i honk, would you open the gate

but i often forget

from now on, you'll always be late

at the feet

at night when strength is gone

and every facade is done

i go home to our place

and there, my way soul lays

with baggage i still carry

with shoes still put on

and a thirst going on

there, only one is all i long

a catch of breath would do

a slice of bread can, too

but a water

only that, i chase after

fill me up, i say, and it did not

build up my energy, i say, and it did not

wash everything off me, and there

i lost it all

laying, even if it's like a baby sleeping

can sometimes feel like losing

all your weary parts, and all your trying

all your fighting, and all your holding it in

there, where it often exaggerating

can sometimes feel like nothing

a sleeping child, a dimmed light

nothing going on, nothing to fight

and while laying there, You take it all

what's on my back, and what covers my feet

until all i feel is bareness and fall

and a trace of battle is nowhere to meet

at night when strength is gone

i say nothing and lay at your feet

no single tear to drop

no bulks of question were to erupt

You gently peel off the pain

and i soundly sleep with the sound of the rain

yet no storm was felt, nothing in me rages

i came having it all on me,

but later,

I'll wake up free.

i am david too

before the awakening

i only thought of good things

dancing in the winter and spring

blooming and flourishing

but life doesn't work that way

we fight battles day to day

i forgot there's no time to play

and there are bills to pay

like sucks and i won't deny

some situations got me wanting to die

like David, i prayed and cried

blaming God, "can you just try?"

save me from this pain

God, can you please stop the rain?

i am so ashamed

God, will your grace go in vain?

God, i have counted my sins

will you still give me the ring?

God, my sight is so dim

did Your love already went thin?

like David, i was once hidden

the youngest among the seven

like David, i was chose

and like David, i had fallen

but like David too,

there was one thing i always knew

a lot of things i might have outgrew

but God loves me greater than how I do

i am David too,

i may have sinned

and come so low

i may have lost over some of my foes

undeserved as it may sound,

it's unfathomable to count,

but i am David

still the man after God's own heart

in the eyes of the prodigal

beginning from when You had me

You fed and took care of me

You introduces me to a love so vast

something that would forever last

yet in desperation, i flee

i longed to be free

oblivious of the fact that i already am

still, i ran

i left the green pastures

and went to dark valleys

i thought it wasn't going to be a disaster

it turned out a place of worries

a prodigal, that's who i am

when i left home, i searched for the sun

only to realize You are the light I've taken for granted

yet day-to-day, you still waited

coming back to You felt like shame

but Your look says i am reclaimed

i was nowhere near Your terrace

but there i see Your open arms ready for embrace

as i reach Your hand again

i am introduced to a love i failed to see back then

beginning from when You had me,

now You have picked me from where i lost me

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