It took you twenty five years of your life,
Minute after minute,
To reach that moment.
You said, pure and defeated:
Give my doubts a God.
Background: the desperate times, the desperate need to believe. My mother speaks.
It took you twenty five years of your life,
Minute after minute,
To reach that moment.
You said, pure and defeated:
Give my doubts a God.
Background: the desperate times, the desperate need to believe. My mother speaks.