Her heart a dead weight
Her mind a mine field
Her soul a sad state

She
Kneels down
And begins to pray

Her eyes grow damp, wet
Her breath shakes, trembles
Her fingers clasped, met

In
A room
Of silence

Her voice croaks out, breaks
Her pleas lifted up
To the God who makes

Heaven
And earth,
With everything inside

For she knows,
He is always there

To listen