Letter to the Lord - Irma

I wrote a letter to the Lord

Begging him to send the chords

That would make you stay by my side

He sent an A minor groove

Just as you like it

Something smooth

That doesn't hurt at all

Here comes the Major in all its glory

Forgive the failure it says I'm sorry

I asked if he could send the lines

But He said no, I didn't ask why

I took a pen and laid it down

I wrote a love song

Make it yours

Take all the pieces

There's nothing wrong

It's no poetry, no symphony

But these are my words,

These are my lines this is my prayer

Every inch of my skin

Still holds the perfume of my sin

I've tried to take it off so many times

I know this my very last chance

No mercy, no kindness, no defense

I hope it comes naturally

Here comes the Major in all its glory

Forgive the failure it says I'm sorry

I asked if he could send the lines

But He said no, I didn't ask why,

I took a pen and laid it down

I wrote a love song

Make it yours

Take all the pieces

There's nothing wrong

It's no poetry, no symphony

But these are my words,

These are my lines this is my prayer

I wrote a love song

Make it yours

Take all the pieces

There's nothing wrong

It's no poetry, no symphony

But these are my words,

These are my lines this is my prayer