Just It, God..

Sometimes I need a hug it. Longing cries spoiled. Haunted'll lovingly call.

What else can I do but cry? Remember that in reality it will not happen again.

I admit it is hard through the day without Him. Hard through the streets that made me confused.

I need all the words of him who made the spirit. I need some wise counsel from him that made me be grateful when i'm feel unlucky.

Just it, God..