Friday, August 31, 2018

Dear Lord...

Whirlwind in mind invading the peace
I try to decline but unable to cease
Looking at the sky, I’m seeking you
Dear god, your little daughter needs you

I know I should never doubt on me
But feeling like it’s not meant to be
I pray to you divine, guide me to bright
I’m so unsure and unable to fight

The warrior inside me is losing hope
Today I admit that it’s hard to cope
When you’ve such confusions in mind
With the open eyes you feel like blind

I’m so scared of those past failures
When I failed in what I endeavor
But I know I can change my destiny
Your divine love and blessing is with me

©Bhawana

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