Today was a pray day
a Sunday for strays day,
a runaway stay day
today was a pray day.

I kneel before statues that glint in the halogen,
statues,
mainly of old men who died,
who cried in the death, to the one mortal wind of hot breath,
who could save them forever,
One statue, Hail Mary, looks more a Christmas tree fairy, but I kneel before her and not wanting she'd think that I didn't care, kiss her feet.

Today was a way to absolve all my sins,
I put my faults in the vaults
and it feels like I win.

But the World as we know is where the wicked
ones go,
who plant the seed of our need and sit back to watch it grow,
be wary out there
I kissed the feet of Hail Mary,
I care.