The only prayer.

Inspiration, please find me. Lost is what I feel without you. Insignificant and empty. Soulless and restless too. 

Let the light shine in my heart. Let it form words, and sentences I never imagined before. Let that sour writer`s soul rule over mine and craft magical nothings that touch the heart. 

Let those secrets out that form beautiful observations. Something everyone resonates to. Something not many understand and something that remains forever, carved somewhere in oblivion.