When weight of the world is strong upon my shoulders
and all my efforts are not enough
When these moments of distance from You,
seem to linger on forever more
And the paintings that I've tried to paint myself
fall to the ground, broken in pieces
I call to You...
Because I'm on that floor now
Where I'm lying on my face now
tired, crying, and broken in pieces
just like that painting
I cry to You...
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