Sometimes I turn my head to pray
Though religion is not at all
Sometimes I sing to say what it
It is, to fall

I'm done, falling in between
The moment I felt something
And the moment you lived for me

You exhausted yourself
To help, to see

You worshiped my problems
With plea

But I couldn't come around

Do not regret, you will learn
Let the skirt of boredom
Not overcome your willingness

To yearn.