Sometimes I run outside in the middle of a thunderstorm, drop to my knees, throw my hands to the sky and let out the cry of a woman with no faith yelling at who and what i don't believe in. I know it wont help, I cant do anything else. |
My message to God: |
Theres something to be said |
But with him |
Theres some texts that I cant erase |
How far I’ve fallen into you |
Why cant you be that man |
I feel like I'm falling again |
I want to paint a picture |
Have faith My lonely angel |