Molded By The Creator?

Morning

I know what I know even though you know me better.
At the first words of your mouth I became,
Too good to be true
Too soft that these days a lot of them despise me.
Why did I have to be the first?
Why am I the one that opens their eyes,
The one that ties up their strings of hope?
I see the joy that come in me
But I have seen the tears with wishes that prayed that I never came.
Why does the whole of creation depend on me?
And why does the night love me so much?
They say that you are as sure as me
But what if I choose to stay asleep tomorrow
Tending to my wound
And the foul breaths that call upon your name .
At the beginning of beginning there I began,
Thank you for giving me eyes , so that they can see.

Miidong