In an abyss of despair,
where darkness resides,
my forlorn soul was stripped off of hope
but she turned me into a seeker of light.
when the veil of night covers
into the bright silvery moon she turns
the malice of the fabric of clouds
could never obstruct the rays of her sun,
she’s the music I can easily discern,
amidst the cluster of noise,
she’s the one I met from a beautiful
coincidence,
or maybe by fate’s choice.