Nur Faiqah Hamzah
Damsel In Distress
In the stillness of the night,
She prayed hard with all her might.
She hoped for her salient knight,
She hoped for a ray of light.
Sitting alone by the window;
She wallowed in her pain and sorrow.
She was lost; no one to follow.
But she was ready; ready to go.
He rode gallantly on his horse.
He was evidently lost.
Riding so fast; he ran off-course.
Now he was lost; that was the cost.
She sang her blues far and wide.
She knew she was far out of sight.
No one to help her to take flight.
She was stuck forever in this plight.