A half-filled soul
Ventured the unknown
To gather missing pieces
He sought for so long
He went place to place
Yet no piece filled his void
He asked why, over and over
And just like others,
were left unanswered.
He, then kept rooted
Waiting for a saving
Maybe just like in novels
A hero is coming
The saving he need
Must come from himself
For no one knows his pain better
Than him who suffered.
To cry all night then repent
To give forgiveness, to forget
To save oneself from regret
And to move forward 'till the end.
