The Burnt Faith
Dear father please forgive me,
Forgive me of my sins,
As I plead on my knees,
I know I cannot win,
I clasp my hands in prayer,
I reach up to the sky,
The emotionless void I call my heart,
A death wish for the dying.
Oh father hear my prayer,
I plead with you again,
I give my heart and soul to you,
But still I cannot win.
The feelings of abandonment,
My thoughts are all askewed,
I grasp at the last wish of a man,
Who all this time he knew……..
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