Sunday, 4 January 2015

Some nights

Some nights it's hard to fall asleep.
The quiet questions ring too loudly in the still night.
I thought I left them at Your feet, but it seems I pick them right back up when I awake.
And the only way to silent them
Is by crying out to You again,
The only way is to let the tears fall,
And You the only one who sees them.

No comments:

Post a Comment