Darling
My prayers may sound like incoherent speech
Like a child trying to out grow his slow pace of development and form words through his immature teeth

And still...

I'd still pray for you,
'Coz God don't live inside the synagogues
Nor does he listen to each one of our native tongues
Just like how he walks out of there to excuse himself from the screams of the righteous ones
Long as I'm honest enough... He'll lend an ear til am done

I'd pray for you
Not for prosperity or peace
I wouldn't voice out complain against yo demons so they'd let you be
I wouldn't ask for angels to come down and help you on yo feet
It sounds crazy, ain't it

Darling
I'd pray you understand that difficult isn't something to fear love
And that the life of a Phoenix demands, it be engulfed in flames every once in a while

I'd pray that those angels should only hold yo hand, should they come
And that you understand that a peace of mind is already a piece in mind

And perhaps in time...

I'll learn how to do better
But for now
God'll have to listen to that!