Whispers

Singing my heart out,

One Sunday morning,

amongst the crowd,

I saw you and I smiled.

I wonder if you noticed me,

my eyes met yours,

and right there on I whispered,

a simple prayer of chance.

CH.

God listen to my plead,

Give us another chance to meet,

Nothing less, Nothing More,

All I want is another chance.

I don't know how many angels,

delivered this whispher,

but God heard it for sure,

For I was given this chance.

We met not only with eyes,

but our hearts intertwined,

I found a friend in him,

and I wanted to keep it there.

CH.

God listen to my plead,

Give us another chance to meet,

Nothing less, Nothing More,

All I want is another chance.

I found a lot of chances,

because of my simple whispers,

Whispers that turned into music,

music of prayers in perfect melody.

And it all began

with a simple whisper,

whisper of prayers,

prayers of chances,

chances turned into fate.