Bring Me To Life
A bead of water glistens on my palm
As I stepped on watery fields of sadness,
I’ m dying, like a flower.
That longing for a little falls of rain.
frozen inside,
I could hardly breathe
bring me to life
let you be my strength in the odd that never ends.
As I touched the sky, I see, the angels smile.
But my wings are broken,
I am fallen.
My soul is tracking against the wind
I can’t fly.
I’ am drowning in the ocean of tears.
Just like broken dreams.
That is turned into pieces.
My voice echoed on the silence of a sea.
My throat is parching.
No words slip on my lips.
Even the wind can’t hear my mournful grief.
A tuneful poem that I am trying to sing,
But nobody wants to listen.
Bring me to life
Let you be my voice in this world of deaf.
My heart melts
like a candle, soften under the sun.
My body shivers as I glance at the doom
A dark shadow surrounded on me.
Here, I am seeking for the light I wanted to see
I was so blind
bring me to life
be the light as the sun rises on east.
Copyright © Cheryl Aldea | Year Posted 2011
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