Jonah's Cry.

Should’ve said no.
It was a surprise that this honest intentions will be taken advantaged of.

I hate this reclusion.

Endless chasing after the wind.This disobedience made me stay in the stink of a fish.

Loving that very person who stole your dream is not easy.
Screaming in the middle of the desert, no one seems to hear me.
A barren soul battered in the raging seas, not one help was ever present.

But though I am shattered and daunted, I am assured that I am not alone.

Bruised in the luminance of Him, I would gladly embrace this season.
Tears kept flowing, I’ll go to the One who is willing to wipe it away.

Tempted to let go of Him, I do not wish to stay in this fragmented state,
in faith I can only say: “It is well with my soul.”