I dont know if it is the clouds in my head or the souls in my bed

or the tainted pleasures

instead

of pouring
I rather blaze

In place of worry
I rather praise

and pray

that we all find our way

on this cold ground
with this frozen breeze

I don't have parents or

or a grandma to pray for me

so lately my ruthlessness has generously been on display for me
to be able to stand for Him and for myself.