Sometimes, it is a whole hollow.
Sometimes, it is tiring.
At times, I remember all the bad things
they hurt;
Difficult to move on.
Trauma is the justified word.
Ain’t believe no more
but who am I to judge?
Bitter but better,
Because of Your promise
But They that wait upon the Lord Shall renew their Strength;
They shall mount up with Wings as Eagles;
They shall run and not be weary;
They shall walk and not faint
From Hongkong with love.