Michelle Candelaria - Turning Point

The bright rays of the sun
The breeze of a strong wind
The melodious chirping of birds
The lively laughter of children

The terrific heat and flooded road
The echo of a strong pouring rain
The land slides and rocks overthrown
The cry of an innocent maiden

There was past and there will be future
But today will always knock on our doors
With the face of sorrow and pain
No other remedy was left but to beg

Is hope still there?
Will the scratch of the matches work?
Is there any light waiting?
Or we will all die a DARK DEATH?

Michelle Candelaria

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