Your eyes used to be home
Blue as a summer breeze
And a smile warmer than sunshine
And a soul brighter than the stars
Your arms like four walls about me
But I only felt them once

If you try
To back-pedal
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All you will do
Is c  a  h the bike
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I wanna have your babies
I think every time I see you
Your curly hair
And silly socks
Your freckles and smile
I just want to be with you

But I know I’m nothing
I’m too ugly for you
I’ve seen the girls you’ve done
I’m not nearly on par
In spite of my best effort

I’m not even sure
You’d want me if I tried
I just wish
That I had the courage
To ask

The demon bellowed out a laugh
“You think I want your prayers?”
He cackled as dust rained
Down from the cavern top
She flinched away in fear

“Do you see this throne?”
He asked, “Do you see it?
Do you know what it’s made of?
Little girl do you know?
It’s made from the bones.”

“The bones of who?”
She asked, weak and scared
“The bones of the men
Who would make me their god.”
He scoffed, “I do not need your prayers.”

“You’ve misunderstood.”
His laughter boomed,
“Then enlighten me mortal.”
She bowed again, a picture of grace
“You’ve misunderstood.”

“It is not to you that I wish to pray,
But for you.”

The demon stood
And looked her down
“What do you have,
To trade with me
This fine day?”

His throne of bones
Was crumbling away
His mountain of riches
Tarnished and cold
And he was alone

The girl bowed down
“I’ve no wealth at all
And a soul not to speak of
My hearts gone rusty
And my body’s not much”

The demon sat
And listed to her plea
”Then what do you have?
Have you anything at all?
For long have I been alone.”

“I haven’t much
This I know but
I have just one thing
To offer, the only thing,
That I have left.”

“My prayer.”

Under cotton candy clouds
In the pink setting sun
I wonder how your voice will sound
If your smile will glow like the sun
If your hand will be soft
And your laugh will be warm
I wonder long and alone