Dear God I'm your prodigal daughter that goes astray
Tho, you lead the path, I walk my own way
I've tripped and fall hit hard to the floor
Stand once again but forgoten where to go,
I found someone to my travel a three group of friends
I try to ignore but they say the know the way's ends
Anxiety, Stress and Depression
They are not nice companions
Dear God can you hear me? I'm chained by my own hair,
Locked by own chest and threatened by my own heart
Fooled by my own thoughts, Lord I'm scared,
I want to break free but my hands are twinned
I can hear an echo but I can't hear it very well but I heared it starts with P
Oh God thy hopes are blur and my faith is fading
I should have followed you and not go astray
I should have listen and be blessed
But I was stupid to walk on the path of my pride
I acknowledge my faults and repent for what I've done
And slowly I hear the voice that once was only an echo
"Pray my dear daughter" "Pray"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem