En mi vida y mi espiritualidad
No puedo encontrar una fuga
No tiempo para leer mi Biblia
No want, no desire
Las mismas palabras toda vez
In one eye and out the other
Silly of me to think it would end soon
When I was 14
When I was 16
When I was 18
When I was 20
La culpa se ha puesto bastante normal
Es mi rutina todos días
El Espíritu Santo luchando por su voz
Dentro de mi
The worshipping is real in the moment
Exposed to my weaknesses
But is the talk all just me trying to convince myself by convincing others?
A prayer for redemption
What do I have to write about if it’s not about You?
Any feelings I could have are just reimplications of your truth
How do the synths and snares support
The words I try to speak to You?
If they’re not masked in poetic meaning
Somebody pray for me
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