Religion of Mine - Summer Fiction

I wanna to believe that something a religion of mine

Maybe a only real in my mind

I know that nothing last forever

The sunshine turns to grey

I'll say a little pray everyday

So give me something for the pain

A broken toy left in the rain

What a too wetting blank to see

A way to bring you back to me

I guess I'm holding on to something

Not of this kind of clime

Maybe it was just past in the time

I know that nothing last forever

Everything fades away

I'm holding up to you

Come what may

This is my last message to you

The spatted on my heart is true

What a too wetting blank to see

A way to make this at a whim

I'll sell my soul for you my dear

Happy and helpful heaven here

A sun can ship on another sea

I wish that you were here with me