The Moon

the moon could not smile with me tonight
i laughed with the people
but the emptiness of my laughter
just faded into an endless abyss

abyss is my heart
oh, here i am! here i am!
i was happy to stand before you
but i was standing on quicksand
the ground was deceiving
and i began to fall
falling, falling
i fall into the abyss of my heart

tonight the sun did not shine for me
i can only count the stars
that i see in tired tears

before i could taste something good
i tasted the bitterness of my heart
and it is never ending…

you are only as lonely as ever
when you are with your very own heart
and your heart is very quite not lovely

i have heard

i have heard that there is a great King
who is hosting a grand banquet

here am i
peeking from the entrance,
my tainted feet gently touched upon the ground
and i saw that grand table
of ever-glorious goods!
and the King, O
i saw Him
most-glorious King!
yet here am i…
i am kneeling on the ground
faint knees, broken hearted,
tainted thief
oh, here am i
but even these crumbs on the floor
are enough for me

now even saints, they are calling my name
even they, they crown me with love
and honor

and oh my god… even these crumbs on the floor are enough for me

Then he said to me, “Son of man, eat this scroll I am giving you and fill your stomach with it.” So I ate it, and it tasted as sweet as honey in my mouth. E 3:3