The sky keeps flaunting, Clouds in the day, And stars in the night, As I keep searching for hope, It always has for me. I always had...

This phase, Is a collosal damage, Of our own destructions, Caused over months and years, With nowhere to go, But sit here in the debris,...

A prophecy mere as a hope, Predicting light that comes and never goes, Arriving sooner or later, but, yes, Only if efforts are enough in...