Twisted days
Forgotten
How to pray
Boots are
Heavy
Walking in clay
Lost my way
Lost the day
Lost playgrounds
Lost how to pray
Searching for
Happiness
That don’t exist
I’ve drunk to
Much I feel
Quite ******.
I must find away
Find the day
Find the playgrounds
So I can pray.
These boots of mine
Shall find the time
So my existence
Can fall in line
No more bottle
To lose the day
Maybe hopeful
And learn to pray.