I have seen how the old women prayed,
Long time ago.
Not a few words: please help, make strong.
No.
It was an endless song,
Over and over, again and again.
I thought how could it be,
A few words can't change everything.
Six year ago, I had a reason to try,
For a good friend of mine.
She was told,
Something was wrong.
I thought I will try,
And I did.
It worked, because of me or not,
I don't know.
There was nothing wrong after all.
My pray was really a song.
When you cannot feel anything else,
Except a few words again and again,
Until you know,
Nothing will be the same.
