Lost and Found

May I compare thee to a raging sea?

that drowns this ruthless world,

and capsizes the loveless  

in your agony.

There under the angry gloomy sky,

our aimless soul are faced with eternal void,

condemned.

May I  compare thee to a warm stream,

that forced away the coldness,

and activates this new era

in your bless.

Here on this glory land of hope,

our little boat are guided by the once lost brilliance,

blessed.