Momma says to be honest with these
Says all your prayers should be that way
Well I've been burning myself to see the sun
Hoping that the sun will come one day
That one day I will be stained glass
Colors will burst from my insides
And we can call that day sunday
My prayers will be honest than
To the God that forgot our names
to remember only his own
And when that God cries forgiveness
I'll take back the times I cursed his name
For the way he snatched those I loved
right out from between my arms
When that day comes
I will pray more honest like