Sitting on hills of regrets;
Still I persevere to cling at ropes of hope.

Tough life I have lived;
Patterns in life I liken to a spider's web that we ourselves weave...

Tribulations come and go,
Connecting the dots— I heave,
Tired with tiresome circumstances...
Even these trials they do destroy everything I have worked so hard for.

Everything may seem hopeless but in God I put my trust.
Not all I understand, for I am but human;
All I know is that whatever my mind can't comprehend,
My heart can grasp.