i know you hear my complaints
pay attention to them, God.
i don't know how to ask for help
but know i only ask you.
hear me late at night
when the ocean is the only living
and i am awake with the worries
of a shallow heart.
I refuse to believe your happiness
n my disappointend appearances
but rather delight in my renewed faith
and sincere need of you.
Because of you inmistakable purpose for me
and granted confusion in my understanding
i remain a girl who has yet to understand
why we've been chosen to bear our such burdens;
but puts th outcome of such decisions
in he palms of your wisdom.