Dear God,
I know that I don't talk too much
I'm not quite good at keeping touch.
Truth is, I feel like talking to myself sometimes
...you don't talk back, you don't give signs.
I also know, I'm not that small.
My soul just must be so much more.
I can't pretend I don't believe,
I can't be here only to leave.
I am one of the troubled ones,
I know I dissapoint at times.
But I put heart in all I do
From heart I'm asking this of you..
From all the things that You can take
Don't chose my lover, I would break.
From all the things that You can chose
My siblings I could never lose.
From everything you keep alive,
Leave me my parents a long time.
My grandparents, I love them so,
Please, let them in when they will come.
My prayer may be silent, small
My voice is tired, can't do more.
Although I feel like talking to myself sometimes
...you don't talk back, you don't give sings
Please, listen to my voice this time.
