My Lord

How I long for comfort my Lord
I was scavenging a dead mans thoughts
Finding comfort leaning on the shoulders
Trying to pour out my pain crying
Latching onto music and memories

If only you could tell me what to do
Would I even think for a moment?
Wouldn't I leave everything behind and follow you?
Why did I have to follow this path
How could I explain what I feel when I dont know what it is

నీ పాటి బలవంతుడేడి ప్రభు  
నా పాటి దుర్బలుండేడి   

The constant reminder of the weak being
I lay down before you helpless
Holding onto your feet all weak and broken
The fake faces am pulling up
Please find me before I perish

If this life is for you
If that is what you require
I will leave all knowledge and wealth
I would beg in-front of your holy house
Until you throw peace and mercy onto my plate
My Lord, do not leave me now