I’m coming to you, God
like a crazy singer
Pouring out my heart
It’s running through your fingers
like little grains of sand
from an hourglass of time
I’m giving what I can
not asking for a dime
I just want to know
my life brings you some joy
I’m coming to you, Father
like a desperate kid
My pleas like so much water
Splashing at your feet
like tiny drops of rain
dripping from a cup
You’re catching them in vain
with two palms facing up
But I just want to know
my life has made you smile
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