Saving Grace

My face reflects the rain,
as I was crying because of pain.
And as tears keeps falling down my face,
I am longing for my saving grace.

As weak and as sober as I am,
all I could think about is how would it end,
but for me to finish this life of race,
I am in need of my saving grace.

As love drowns me,
in this pool of note less harmony,
I feel really lost as if in a maze,
will I ever find my saving grace?

- ARCEO*