Thousands of thoughts, came running to the mind.
Grasping and catching, the thoughts that are mine.
With feelings and emotions, riding and pouring out,
Would you look into my eyes, and tell me that everything will be alright?
Soft, whimpering whispers, of prayers being said,
The heart cracks a little, of what is being prayed.
Hoping and wishing, on the thread of hope,
With all these heartfelt prayers, a miracle is craved.