Bitter but Better

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.

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