In the garden where you knelt

There, in solitude, in the dark,

Alone and scared, you knelt

And begged for pain to go away.

It was for me that you suffered,

It was for me that you were there

Alone and desperate,

If only it will be taken away.

You know my pains too well,

You know exactly why

I kneel down, too

Scared, desperate, in pain.

In the garden where you knelt

I kneel too, and feel less alone.

Be with me Lord,

In this darkness,

As I suffer, death is on its way.

If only it will be taken away...

-Anabelle Badilla-Gubuan