The Psalms

Oh Lord!
You made the Heaven and the Earth
But today, it is hard to say this is true
In the cities, there are less Gardens
In the people, there are less Angels
In the night, there is less light!

When I kneel to pray, I am dwarfed
For everyone is standing
I wish I have the strength to stand alone
It seems the stars moved a bit further into the skies

To be safe,
I chose to kneel on one knee and stand on the other
But I am neither kneeling nor standing
To be safe,
I became the worse

My confessions are as many as a stretch of days
As I walk on
I make my journey longer
I must wake up while the sun is still on my side.