I know you will come
when a sad day ends;
I know you will come
To apply balm
On my wound
the battle of life causes.
As I am in my wits’ end
and fear grips me
In times of crisis,
Soon after, you’ll come
To break my fear and
To clear my confusion.
When I can’t find
The rhythm of language
in the land of poetry,
I am hopeful,
You will come to my help.