The prayer

Help me , whoever is up there
Behind the sun , behind the rest of the stars
Where there is no particle of air
Erase my pain , all of my scars
Just sooth my pain , i know you exist
Some call you God, others Jah
They even say you have a child named Christ
The muslims praise for Allah
I dont care if you are white or black
Or even if you are like us
I just want my happiness back
And here I am waiting the bus
Thinking far beyond my comprehension
 I got to find for myself another direction
Before I go mad again and try to find another connection
To me and the world , I think thats the best assumption