And everything came to naught

I looked out the window it was raining,

Could it be my tears, like raindrops falling?

You know, once I had been there to heaven,

Everything I saw was normal, pretty much even,

Life there also was a bricolage of events,

They were just people around, those considered saints.

And I cried, oh my God, I cried,

The clouds hid my tears and there they dried.

So I came down to land and said, “I won’t pray”,

I don’t want my destiny to be an endless day,

That was when the clouds began to weep,

My teardrops came down and soaked me deep,

Then I realised, drenched in my thought,

Apart from YOU, everything comes to naught…