ERRATUM

ERRATUM


I unearth the fragments of my fractured wings

Lost nearly all the feathers from the storm
Of choosing the wildering less traveled way,
Vice venture that I thought gives pleasure to play.
Entwined with curious mind in my wanderings

Till from fake heaven I fell and lost my form;
Heart burns by the bitter bile of gravity
Euphony that wakes the Divine tune for me,

Conjuring paradise unveiled to my eyes
Harmonized by His whispers of holiness.
And so with from my mirage, my change do lies,
Now that my soul been nourished by righteousness;
Goals had reformed and I'll try to fly again -
Empty be my wings but I trust on His hand.