I love to counting stars upon the bright sky,
whisper to the eternity about solitude

and in a ridiculous way,
your existence slips beneath my faith,

weeping away the bleeding inside me.

But I ask again and again,
"Am I worthy of this?"
"Am I worthy for you?"

and i beg not to be pitied,
because i believe that alongside love,
ease will come.


And you are sweet,
an answer to the quiet words of all my prayers,
the solitude that i keep searching for.

And I will seek the truth of it,
to know if i am worth it.


For i am the believer
of us meant to be,
beneath the same endless sky.