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LATE AT NIGHT I WRITE TO YOU BUT YOU DON'T SEEM TO WRITE BACK TO ME. EARLY IN THE DAY I TRY TO SAY THINGS TO YOU BUT THEY COME OUT WRONG. I THINK IT'S TIME THAT YOU RELATE TO ME, THIS CAN'T GO ON. BUT I THINK THAT I'M OK. I REALLY WANT TO STAY CLOSE TO YOU EACH DAY.

I GET ON MY KNEES I ASK YOU PLEASE DON'T LEAD ME ON LIKE THIS. I LISTEN CLOSE BUT ALL I HEAR IS LEAVES OUTSIDE MY WINDOWSILL. I WISH THAT WE COULD TALK CAUSE WHEN I'M STILL I'M STILL NOT SURE YOU'RE GOD BUT I THINK THAT I'M OK. I REALLY WANT TO STAY, CLOSE TO YOU EACH DAY.

LAST SUNDAY I SAT IN CHURCH I LOOKED AROUND BUT YOU WEREN'T THERE. MY MIND FOUGHT BACK THE URGE TO MAKE NO SOUND BUT THEN I BOWED MY HEAD IN PRAYER I ASKED YOU WHY YOU HID YOURSELF FROM ME AND THE SILENCE TOLD ME, NOW I KNOW THAT I'M OK. I REALLY WANT TO STAY, CLOSE TO YOU EACH DAY.