Among us are twin suns  that arise

One in the morning  that shines

The other is within us that  brights

The sun rises to warm up the hearts
But its advent for me  evokes  my scars

Like a golden spike wheat in the wind
Life has worn me out indeed 

My soul is fed up of the dark paths of fate

Awaiting the cloudy moments to dissipate 

my mind is full of everything and nothing

My whole being is as well aching 

With contemplation and overthinking

With a long-standing need in the chest
Likewise the concealment of a bloody hurt

The ropes of patience seem very long out of my bad luck

My persistence may fade away before relief comes back

I am swaying between hope and faith   

But still looking forward to  a gleam of light 

To show up  at the end of the tunnel

To sweep all my wearisome jumble

Oh, sunrise be mercy and humble 

And offer me a sparkle to flame my candle