It’s like a small voice that keeps whispering in my ear,
With the intention to instill in me fear.
Bringing lots of questions nobody would want to hear.
From my hand, there fell down the spear,
As I kneel down drowning in the pool of my own tears,
Wishing to hear a voice from above saying “Oh My Dear”.
But still. Who’s gonna change the gear?

As I wailed upon my faith,
Watching it depart with an intention to fade,
As if it had been a long time since I prayed.
If it is all because of my deeds, in this, I have really paid.
Is this the reason why on this earth I was laid?
To console myself every day and ease my own pain?
Because doubts and questions are all I now contain.