Reach my hand, I beg

As a child I used to dream,

Create my own world and scream.

I know I'm only a child of dreams,

My life only flows in the streams.

Cursed my life, wish never been born,

If only life's a cloth, I would torn,

As I begged for help, my heart is crying,

Though I live my soul is dying.

My voice can't barely be heard,

My screams are rotten to be burried,

My shouts can crash rocks of moutains,

My whispers drowned by the mighty fountains.

Reach my hand, I beg.

Starving stomach and trembling leg,

Won't you give out from your selfish hands,

And stoop down from where you stands?

Unlovable, I know I am.

With my innocence, I do understand,

Hope you'll have the height of where Jesus stands,

And eyes that sees and goes beyond.