I'm not asking for to much, I'm only so very tiredly bending infront of your will.. For I have nothing left in my strength to waiting patiently to morrow to come.
I'm not asking for to much, I'm only barely breathing kindly, softly in this evil atmosphere called life.. All morals became past, please ..
God .. Give me a cause, a reason to struggl for it.
God .. Be with me in calamity and grant me the good ones.