I've spoken and chanted and written prayers.
Whispered and channelled and focused my prayers.
From knees and rooftops, hands folded in prayer...
And all I wanted to know is...
I've shouted and paced almost screaming my prayers.
Cried tears, cut myself as I offered my prayers.
From weakness to strength; in between were my prayers...
And all I wanted to know is...
I've won and I've lost...train of thought in my prayers.
Hands blistered from folding.
Eyes weary from tearing.
Head aching from sleep 'till awaking.
And all I wated to know is...
Am I almost there?
