I sat to collect my tears
in an earthern cup
and hid it carefully
behind my smiling mask.
I hid my sufferings and grinned
at everyone on the way.
They thought i am happy
but it was a simple lie.
I hid behind my mask
my painful bleeding heart.
Everything is torninside me.
They saw only my mask.
The memory of those who
cheated me purposely
carved my soul and heart.
I cried silently and prayed.
My prayer to christ was:
Thank you Lord for helping
me to join in your passion.
They crucified me and i bleed.
Today i want to pray:
„God forgive them”, but
I am a simple human being.
Please give me your forgiving mind.
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