She was in search of yesterday, cause through the years she establish in struggles dealing with undeclared wars, the only weapons she had were the hopes,
She found herself living on a lone tower.
A tower without a lift
A tower without a light
A tower filled with darkness, nightmares and abandoned with fears.
She tried to reach out for someone, but her voice was empty and lost, its keeps bouncing off the wall, all she can hear is an intimated tune of her voice.
But one thing she knew, to kill the time is to bring faith alive through the night to reach for the sun raise.
Although through those cold and lonely nights are gone now, she never give up in search of faith.
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Although through those cold and lonely nights are gone now, she never give up in search of faith. her faith is so supreme that she preferred to live in isolation.. it is her faith that has kept her alive infaith and inhope....10 read mine o, lord, , , prayer//// hopees against hope