A wreckage, I am, Indeed,
But the hope to find treasure keeps me sane,
Keeps me assured that you still have a chance,
The blood oozing out from my heart,
Every drop bears testimony that,
Still there is a chance for me to realize
That every beat was always meant for HIM.
The one in whose possesion is the whole universe,
The heart wants peace by submitting to HIM.
What is the universe when compared to the heart,
The latter is a greater abode where love reigns.
Where his mercy showers upon.
Where petals of tears bloom to give rise to flowers of peace.
The only possession which could help a person,
On the day where no one helps nor cares,
A sane heart.
Pure and sound.
To HIM we belong, to HIM we return.
