I’m praying again.
You must be tired of my voice
I wouldn’t waste your time,
It is for her.
These prayers are all I have,
I’m getting lost trying to help,
You could bring her so much comfort,
So strong and positive,
She will use every last breath to fight,
But hasn’t she fought enough?
Trial after trial,
She needs a vacation from trying to survive,
So she can desperately live
On the other side of the glass window.
It’s a waste for people to not see her soul,
To keep something so beautiful locked up,
I have witnesses who can attest to her character,
But you should know her well,
She is filled with your light,
aching so badly to shine.