There are still things that I can make right of. No excuses I'm giving.
No self-blaming nor self-pity.
God, forgive me for the countless of times.
I hope You are not growing tired of me as I am of myself.
I hope You will still hear me even with the sins I carry with me.
I am hopeful. I want to put up a good fight.
Please don't give up on me yet.
