Write For Me

I come to You just as I am,
But I don’t want to leave the same.
And I don’t think I’d want to leave at all.
You see, the end is where I start,
And all I bring – a broken heart,
In pieces, all that’s left of shattered soul.

A million times before I’ve tried
With bucket full of tears I’ve cried.
My flesh has left an imprint of regret.
But yet each time I found a way
To write few words to You and pray
On bended knees and humbled silhouette.

In silhouette rebounding light
Of You who’s stronger than my night.
So in the end, the end is where I end.
When, lastly, period remains,
There’s You to write a new refrain.
For me. As I take rest in Heaven’s hand.

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