I cry in the middle of the night,
Asking for answers of what have might.
I find myself so down and shattered
of all the trials from this journey called life.
Most of the heartaches mourned,
Embarrassing and hurting moments scorned,
The ordeals and struggles never won,
Most of the trials questioned.
Why do I suffer this much
or why not successful as I should be?
Why am I still being cuddled by misery?
Is there something else good for me?
I glanced outside my window,
And the rain reminds me of my childhood
So full of fun and sweet memories
But now, they seem to me
Threat in life, of what is the reality.
It's nice to dance and play in the rain
To run and feel its drops on my face
But it was then
When in me still was an innocent grin
Now i found,what the rain could worst bring.
Amidst the pain,
I've realized I'm still fortunate
I could still curdle amidst the cold stormy night.
Wrapped in my comforter
and a pillow to hug tight
I thank GOD I have my warm cushion bed
to keep me at night.
What about the poor children,
The families in shanties and flooded floor
With newborn baby with a shrill cry in the night
Nothing to comfort her,
just her little might.
The baby's mother is cold and pale,
only shivers to compensate
The father and six more other siblings,
quietly listening to the rumbles of day's hunger
But nothing more to ease the misery and pain.
After all, I found out how lucky I could be
I thank GOD for all the blessings.
For those who care and pray for me
and my family especially.
I say to you poor families in this stormy night,
Don't you worry people of GOD
I pray for you with my sincerest heart,
That GOD will embrace you and keep you safe
When rain never stops
in one cold stormy night..
