There is so much that I am constantly going through, because this life always treat me unfair, with many trials I’ve already endured, including the cross that I am trying to bear.
I’m crying out from my deepest sleep, but no one doesn’t seem to care, and I feel I’m in the bottomless pit, wanting love that my husband won’t spare.
How much longer will I have to suffer? When my spirit is so filled with grief, and how much longer will I have to wrestle, before You decide to finally send relief?
Look at the birds that are flying high, in the sky where they want to be, and they’re traveling in the wind so peacefully, but either way they’re doing better than me.
Although I’m broken I won’t turn to violence, because I’m looking to some better days, and I will never speak no more about it, but just sit and rather suffer in silence.