I pray with all my being to my lovely friends to pass my feelings to Her. To let her soul image know and feel the touch of my heart onto her existence.
My lovely friends are the sky, water, earth and wind.
When I feel lonely, I look up in the sky and clouds tell me stories of the past times.
When I want to see my heart, I look down in the water, and the waves tell me stories about the present reality.
When I am upset, I look down on earth, and the sand tells me stories about the suffering of all existence.
When I want to spread my love and feel the love back, I whisper to the wind feelings from my heart, and its whipping on my cheeks gives me shivers to my heart.
These moments feel like I would shout from the top of the mountains in the echo of the abyss that I love Her.
Just to let it all out in the open. To chill the burning fire sparked by her presence inside my heart since I met Her.
Loving Her fade away anything else in my existence. No thrill can move my heart as her soul image does.
Feeling the need to listen “George Michael – Praying for Time” as the time required for our soul images to get together is shortening out in the destiny with every day passed.
Do you think we have time?!
George Michael – Praying For Time (Official Video)
Praying for Time Song by George Michael "These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last Look around now These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of the hungry man Whose place is in the past Hand in hand with ignorance And legitimate excuses The rich declare themselves poor And most of us are not sure If we have too much But we'll take our chances 'Cause God's stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play Turned his back and all God's children Crept out the back door And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope When there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above say it's much, much too late Well, maybe we should all be praying for time These are the days of the empty hand Oh, you hold on to what you can And charity is a coat you wear twice a year This is the year of the guilty man Your television takes a stand And you find that what was over there is over here So you scream from behind your door Say, "What's mine is mine and not yours" I may have too much but I'll take my chances 'Cause God's stopped keeping score And you cling to the things they sold you Did you cover your eyes when they told you That he can't come back 'Cause he has no children to come back for It's hard to love, there's so much to hate Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above say it's much too late So maybe we should all be praying for time Source: LyricFind https://www.lyricfind.com/ Songwriters: George Michael Praying for Time lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc"