Sometimes I want to be rescued
Not by a prince charming or a princess
But by the time,
By my fate, by destiny if I can call it so
Because sometimes I desperately want people to be gentle with me
I want situations to be settling, if only a little
I know it's not only me
It's a lot of us, and we all fight a relatively equally terrible battle
In one way or the other
I'm not sure whether to believe in God
But the wish to be rescued almost resonates like a prayer
Not always, not often, but sometimes
Sometimes I wish the people were gentler
The time was calmer
Or perhaps I was rescued ...
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