=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Sometimes a single mistake echoes louder than a thousand good decisions. A spoken untruth, a fractured bond - and a heart that finally sees the weight of its own hands. Between regret, fear, shame and the longing to make things right, this quiet and intimate prayer rises. In this fragile space, courage and self‑reflection become confession, and a whispered “please give me strength" may seem the only way back into the light. For those among us who have, at some point, deeply hurt someone we love... Please stay upright and honest, always... - TRJ =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= https://suno.com/@therealjester77 Lyrics by TheRealJester © 𝟮𝟬𝟮6 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= God. I hope you're listening. Forgive me. Please. I know I've sinned. But I can't do this alone. It wasn't long ago, I mocked my dearest friend. Told her half-truths and shaded things, That led us to the end. In that single moment, I was not my own. And I regret these careless lines, Down to my very bones. No, I won't pretend, I broke her trust, And it's too late to mend. Chose the easy way out, Raised a house of lies, That's what it's all been about. I gave her nothing but my faithless heart, And watched her whole world fall apart. So here I'm standing bare, And can't go back to who we were. I think the hardest cross to bear, Is knowing that I hurt myself, The moment I hurt her. I know I can’t undo the past, No matter how I try. But silence only deepens wounds, And keeps us saying goodbye. If you'd give me just a spark of courage, To face her breaking eyes. I'd take the step I fear the most, And maybe guide our friendship back to light. So I fold my trembling hands, And reach for something true. Father, lend me strength, To speak the hardest truth. Be my beacon through this storm, And guide me back to her again. Don't let the thread between us fade, My whispered prayer to you, Becomes my quiet amen. What if the lines, I bring her, Just open deeper scars? What if the words meant to repair, Just push us further apart? But a voice inside me softly says, “Go on, you can’t just stand.” Torn between the fear of losing her, And hope that she'll reach for my hand. So I fold my trembling hands, And breathe one last plea: Father, guide my steps from here, Wherever they may lead. God. I'm listening now.
