I have come to an endless pit,
And whirlpool of feelings.
I have made a pool of tears,
Of endlessly crying.
Created thunderstorm,
Created hurricane.
I have made everything annoying,
I have made everything ugly.
But my hands suddenly ask for a prayer,
To let my emotions flow,
To let everything go.
And God answered me,
With love and sincerity.
He have made my life beautiful.
I have come to a paradise of beauty,
And laid on a bed of roses.
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 11:23 AM UTC
I have come to an endless pit,
And whirlpool of feelings.
I have made a pool of tears,
Of endlessly crying.
Created thunderstorm,
Created hurricane.
I have made everything annoying,
I have made everything ugly.
But my hands suddenly ask for a prayer,
To let my emotions flow,
To let everything go.
And God answered me,
With love and sincerity.
He have made my life beautiful.
I have come to a paradise of beauty,
And laid on a bed of roses.
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