When I reach my hands to the sky
and my Lord hears my inside cry
I ask Allah, as His servant and humble
knowing, without Him I would crumble
All of my tears, the pain and sorrow
the thoughts and worries of tomorrow
All of my problems and all the misery
my inside cry, the story of a tragedy
My Lord knows what's buried in my heart
without Allah, for sure I would fall apart
My Lord hears my cry and helps me out
when I'm hopeless and about to shout
O Allah, you know all of my complaints
for You I live and for You i will restrain
O Allah, knowing You hear my inside cry
every second it's You on Who I shall rely
