Yasmine Berkani
With every hurtful word that spills from your mouth I try to catch them with my bare hands And make them into something Less filled with poison But with every twist and turn It still didn't work The edges were razor sharp, just like your words
When I pray I pray for forgiveness For the bad things I have done And would do in the furure When I pray I pray for saving But I don't think I can be saved And when I pray I want to find peace Like my mother when she prays For her it feels like her redemption For me it feels like paying a debt
