I mourn for those lost souls
for those souls are like mine;
Lost and with no one to follow
Vanished along with time.
I seek those wounded hearts
for those are like mine;
Drenched in the shroud of darkness
A melody without rhyme.
I thirst for love, but where is it?
Is it hidden? Is it gone?
How would I find it,
When all my deeds are undone.
There is more silence than silence,
More of me than me.
I should be in a beacon of light
But where could it be?
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John Ferdinand Torralba is a 3rd year Bachelor of Science in Information Technology student at Holy Cross of Davao College. Born on June 6, 1994 in Davao City.