Ocean of Tears

Remember those times

when I start not to cry and smile?

Remember those times

when I start not to came out from the house?

Remember those times 

when I always be the one who gone in a photograph?

Remember those times

when I sacrifice myself to see their happiness?

Remember those times

when I've been gone away too long?

I've been missing a lot of things.

Remember those times

when I start to cry and smile?

Remember those times

when I start to came out from the house?

Remember those times

when I start to appear on the photograph?

Remember those times

when I still love seeing their happiness?

Remember those times

when I didn't mind to be the one that gone?

A lot of things just happen.

After searching for so long.

I droped an ocean of tears.
I cried about a billion of times.
Realizing that I'm a sinner in 'one thing'.

Now, people can easily saw the tears.

But nobody dares to lend me a shoulder.

Except, a prayer mat.

I didn't understand.

Why should I crying every time I meet that mat.

Day by day,

I may not get what I am wishing for.

But what I get is,

I feel comfort.
I feel not alone.
I feel the sweetness.

I feel someone is loving me.
I saw it and it's beautiful.

~unknown