I hear you calling my name but it’s faint
And the taste of you’re presence is turning to fate
What must I do to enter into your gates?
Confess that I am a wretched man ?
I can say but my actions don’t hold enough weight..
So I go to the gym in vain and lay here and think of you’re magnificent face praying that I may I get it right and that you will sustain before it’s to late
My Lord
It’s not easy reaching for something in me,
I can’t lie ... I’m not strong if there was a name I was some may call me weak