All the attention in the world,
wouldn't make me feel precious.
I'm still trying to find my purpose,
and still far from perfect.
I keep trying, but never make it.
I rely on grace, but don't deserve it.
Is hard work even worth it?
I was born, but what's the motive?
Would I get a response if I stayed focus?
Does my mistakes have to haunt me until daybreak?
All I've ever asked for was a real break
Like give me a break,
and tell me my place
What would it take
for a nod, or a whisper out of you?
You speak to everyone but me,
I am isolated and overshadowed
by your love.
I know silence is my punishment
But I fear it's deadly.
I know I sound foolish,
But I've been praying for an answer endlessly
I guess I'm too undeserving? Is that it?
So you stay quiet,
And your piercing eyes
watch my soul beg for mercy
at your feet,
as I lament for your forgiveness
hoping that you can hear me.
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