I long to be known. I long for it because I want to have a connection with people. If I get myself known I will be able to see their lives in beauty. Connection. I want to connect with them. I am yearning for it. As I connect with them I will be able to appreciate the brokennes. Brokenness  that will eventually show its beauty, it's always there and it's always does. Hope and love that keep us to breathing.

I long to be known because I want to be a blessing to others. I do believe that every one of us has something. Something great that brings us together, to get us united. We connect because we want to be united. One heart that has a goal. And that is love. I want to be known because I want to spread out love. I want spread love for my beloved country. I long to tell every one that there is always love. Love every where. and Hope.

My voice is hoarse
  I'm like a bird
that can't sing-
before we parted
my songs of love
you had gladly heard-
you even joined me
in total abandon
without the slightest hesitation-

I can't sing now as before
I know I'd choke if I try
my heart would no longer respond
in brokenness I'd choose to die-

when love-songs I hear anywhere
my ears I'll immediately shut
the past I wish not to resurrect
it'd only break my heart