Stepped honor

Sometimes someone steps my honor

And the world ends, collapses

Comes the hurt, the pain to being betrayed

To be distracted, never walking armed

Then I relax, I reflect

God! How I like to be cherished and spoiled

How far I am to be perfect.

If I gave my honor to God

Why do I claim it with such passion

And how about forgiveness?

Who has the soul eaten by the moth

Doesn’t know the figure of this world goes by

It is who needs prayer the most.

I have forgiven

I’m already healed.