Confessions of A Forsaken Soul
There is not a single day goes by,
Without me looking up into the sky,
Raising my hands and voice to heaven,
Asking God why am I being forsaken.
Offering my blood as a sacrifice,
Of which I don't know whether it will be suffice,
What should I do, What should I do,
For my heart wants to be closer to You.
A friend once told me,
"You really have come far",
But the question burning inside of me,
says, "How far is far?"
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