/// omen
FAITH
what is it that is left when there's nothing left at all?
a cry so deep
not even blood could keep it
an advice worth listening
but not even helping
when a shrink is just a shrink
and faith is just faith
but it is you who could not relate
when the look on people's eye is just a stare
and a sympathy for the soul is just too bare
too transparent the world you sense it all
nobody understands
nobody understands
nobody understands
keep holding on to good old life
depending on faith and fate when we know
nothing could ever translate
how this mind thinks and how it's heart feels
when words are just words and
a little prayer is
too hard to deliver.
so all we do is just feel
feel
alone we feel
a faith that someday
God will open up the Heavens and
a miracle will happen.
a faith so promising
we become small and
understand everything
and everyone
we care so much for everything
and everyone
but ourselves....... .. . .. . .. . .. . .
the only place we run for solitude is just ourselves.
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