Bed of Proses.

lxiv.

❝ praying ❞

there are some days,

where i doubted myself-

do i give faith to nothing,

or to someone who's worthy.

can't feel my face,

every word's a mystery-

both sorrow and glory,

said it once with honesty.

bet the skies look at,

all the angels down by-

let my knees and the earth touched,

and i will closed my eyes.

cause everytime you were doing-

some bad things behind me,

they say 'if someone needs mercy',

closed your hands and start praying.

so i keep on praying -

i kept on saying,

'may heaven forgive my darling',

cause i need you so badly.

i keep on praying-

for all the sins you're commiting,

may heaven won't stop me,

i'll never get tired of praying.