eyes shut, heart weak
the lips could move
if you could speak
instead your heart carries
questions, and questions
up to sky, to the prairies
mouthing words
why? why?
even as you lay
to die
God, where are you?
where’s your touch
i never really asked for much
once growing, now growing weak
as the body turns on itself
life becomes a hell
why do I go like this?
slapped in the face
when asked for God’s kiss
mouthing words
why? why?
even as you lay
to die
God, where are you?
where’s your touch
i never really asked for much
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