Great God You broke my fear
As I am lighting strength inside...

And I can't surrender to sleep
All I'm hoping is for us...

I remain unworthy to be called Your own,
yet You love as Your selfless mother...

Nor are we slaves of popularity,
prisoners of style and peer pressure...

Wondering if you'll notice
these words I construct for you...

You conjure the part of a whisper
ever moving yet yearning...

What note can I play
on this imaginary sky...

A foreign pen can become my defense.
Sometimes clean hands won't inspire...

I sense traffic's vitality
anticipating movement...

Hear our cries of devastation
while we fight for room to breathe...

I have known rain and weathered hands
stuck in time from a war in land...

Locked in a lighthouse
full of melancholy windows...