Still, sometimes, in the middle of the night,
or even a busy daylight,
I stood with my mind wandering.
It's not hard life I have. Though, uneasy.
The reckoning of the yet unresolved,
shed a tears over and over again.
Then the envious heart tore itself,
caught myself in despair,
for faith sometimes flown away nerveless.
There was I,
with my two eyes wide opened
and the wandering mind
sobbing inside again, and again, and again.
This is getting frustated.
Lord, Im restless!
Are You still willing to reach for me?
Then please, Im begging...
make my life normal, even when I know there's nothing to be hold on normality.
Make it the way it is.
The way I can finally say,
"My life's complete."