Hands Churched.

As i kneel down beside my bed,
Hands Churched before me,
Asking into the night,
What is wrong,
Is right,
Is right wrong,
Life has no hand book,
And loves seems so painful,
I can't get him out of my head,

I prayed for hours,
For the answers,
Within the darkness of the night,
Why would love ,
Set my soul alight,

What is wrong,
Is right,
Is right wrong,
Or was it just emptiness all along.