This House Is Broken

Too late to be fixed.

Too much has been broken.

No one to refer, no one to depend.

The one who broke it, just stand and laugh.

The one under the roof was blinded by the one who broke it.

The one under the roof has to collect rain everyday.

The one under the roof has to sleep with the feeling of drenched.

Rain season never stop coming.

Once it was sunny, once it was all rainbows.

Now, no longer just rain, sometimes with hurricane.

when finally can it be fixed? 

Maybe sooner, maybe never?

Will the heaven hear? Will the heaven respond?

Prayers never seem to be heard, never to be reached. 

Just hoping it all to end is just a vague vision.