Its just a blur moment of grey,
that turned your trust into a cry .
I’m holding the cup with the hope drops,
please tell me that you’ll try!
Bear with my moods of distance ,
That is the nature of mine when i write.
For you, for us i breathe,
for your love I create art.
I know my clouds have hurt you.
I promised, i lied, i swore…
Those sorrows are gone as my prayers
have opened God’s door.