Waiting for tommorow

Few minutes to midnight
Eagerly waiting for tommorow
Echos tells its going to be alright
What can I do than hope?

Sitting on my kitchen chair
I could hear every drop of the rain
The land smells so good
Nature makes love that way

I got sip a glass of milk
That is all my stomach would take
My stomach is badly aching
The pain is almost unbearable
That is why I am writting this poem
To fade away the pain if I can

My days are so rough
My nights are very restless
I guess my angel is on vacation
Trials and tribulations are now my vage
To live and die means same thing
To walk and run lost the meaning

The rain keeps pouring
Is rain God's tears or sweat?
I know you don't want to know
Better ask than being asked yourself at the end
Live the miracle if its possible
Die a loser if you desire.