It’s night again.
The distant hills along the horizon, a place of rest, have faded.
The blue vault of heaven has disappeared
A bright twinkling star at the edge of heaven – is my only guide
My sole companion
Yet tonight, with clenched fists
I still walk, believing that
Midnight shall pass, and also the darkest hour, I will be redeemed
The morning will be bright and I will praise,
Never again to be caught in a vicious scheme
17th August, 2009