I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
and still it’s as if I am in the dark
and nothing can ever beat the misery.
I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
try to wash my life clean,
do not loose my head
and still I remain blacker than burned out ash
and do not know how to stop my sin
(when I find myself I sin again) –and I mark the pace praying-
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