Lately, I haven't been pious enough.
That's probably why I'm unhappy.
I thought you walked away from me.
But I was the one who made a cross out of you.
Noticing my mistake,
I'm looking to find you without to be fake.
I know you are merciful, compassionate,
Filled with kindness, very slow anger.
But I don't see how, towards you, I can turn around. I don't see...
I know you're not going to deny me.
But I'm still looking for a way back.
Through staggering paths, useless detours.
It is yet simple to follow, the path,
The one I have to follow to be really yours.
I still feel it, I look for it, I don't see it
And in these moments, I think you are far away.
But that's false! You're very close to me.
You say to me and say again: "You must hold on to me".
I don't see, I don't hear and I sink
I hope I get out of the shadows.
Hope keeps you alive, doesn't it 🥲?
