The rectangle room I wish,
Just me and all I cherish.
Let everything vanish,
but please, stay my peace.
Where is the old song
You sang to me every morning?
Now I don't know where I belong,
lost in a crowd that's never warming.
From day to night,
rise and set,
it doesn't feel right,
yet guilt and pain fill my heart.
For the Lord who sees everything,
Don't You see I'm begging?
In this small space where I'm praying,
I ask for a blessing, where silence is singing.
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