tired

My eyes have been pouring so much
it will go dry sometimes soon
How my heart longs for a touch
And my soul long for a shade in a hot noon

My brain thirsts for a cup of wisdom
Seems so far, so unworthy
Was I born to be condemned?
I don’t ask for the world, I just want to be happy

It hurts to think of my loved ones
How I miss their words and smile
I can feel the pain, to my every bone
I broke my own heart; I have to put them away, many miles

Lord God I know I am a sinner
Forgive me for questioning your existence
I am not more than a beggar
Trying to understand what they mean by “persistence”