It is a quiet sometimes that I had been hiding. I surely used my time to think about myself and what I have been through. I am grateful to the Master of my soul, the King of the universe, my Khalik, with his love and his mercy, I had become of myself..., me!
Before, my tears were full with pains, hurt and scars...., it was like a knife cutting my flesh...
I saw bloods....wounds so deep.... in my chest, in my lungs...in every breath I'd took
That was a moment that couldn’t realized that I’d been walked with eyes full with tears....,
I saw bloods....wounds so deep.... in my chest, in my lungs...in every breath I'd took
That was a moment that couldn’t realized that I’d been walked with eyes full with tears....,
Many years my smile was disappeared....,
My lips smiled, it was like wearing a mask on
It so dried in my heart....
It so dried in my heart....
How could I sleep, if my heart was full with so many questions that I wouldn't be able to answer
The answer someone had wiped it away like nothing, not even there... The answer that had ripped from the truth of life, the answer that had been hidden and will never ever be found
In the cold and dark winter night, I remember the warmth of the fire..., the smell of the wood burning..... the rays of burning fire, the yellow..., red and blue, there are the light of kindness that will never ever forgotten from my piece of mind
In my cave...., I knit my life with prayer, with hope, with kindness and love
In betrayal and greediness, anything can happen but in the end always makes me close to You.
Now my eyes full with tears and my heart so warmth....to remember how lucky I am to be able to know You. You are the reason I live and You are the reason I would love my life
I remember passed a little journey that harsh and long, I remember the kind of loving strangers who help me to go trough
You are "The One and The Only ", who knows every reason behind my journey
I will never have enough to thank you , and always be grateful,
I will never have enough to thank you , and always be grateful,
For your kindness: Stewart and Kelly in Pincourt
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