You are Your Prayers

I don’t want to believe that life has luxury

All of the doubts have become part of me

I used to wear heals and feelings of fear

Now I can’t tell anyone about my career

My face must have aged from all of the shame

How can I tell you the scars are the same?

Passionate people lost it when they’re equal

To take that away means you are pure evil

it’s no longer theirs, you are your prayers

you need to enjoy the breathe of fresh air

fight for your life even if you are scared

all of the broken has been repaired

I think I am the only one who knows who I am

If you read all these words, maybe you can