You are not born On the luckiest star, I am your scars. Wounds won’t heal, But let us walk up To the top of this hill. Hush... There is no soul To make you whole, You feel so small, But you are so tall. Hush... It is your call: Being weak, Or being strong, Your decision. Sing a song... Look up. Hush... Your vision Is darken Without love, life is a puzzle you cannot solve. But Listen to me, I am all you got, We have to find God.
Image Credit: Catrin Welz-Stein, "Listen"