Witness wont you, pray for me
After seeing what I have seen
Dark shadows live among us
I prayed for them to be free

His words were something like “Pray for me”
But these, he did not say
“Get God on the phone!”
I begged inside my brain
But divinity, never received my calling
It was a lesson, i had to earn.

So now i say “Pray for me”
I pray, I pray, I pray for me

I wish you feel these secret emotions
These impulses I lock away, praying to God they’re purely platonic.
I wish to wrap my fingers in your hair,
I wish your uniquely cinnamon scent was up for grabs.
Your fluffy sweaters drape you well,
And your puffy eyes peak out like an unforeseen storm.
If only you would feel the way I do.
But if you do not, can we still be friends?

somebody pray for me before it’s too late for me
these demons still chasing me
but angels, they stay with me
they wait for me faithfully
when I fall into the dark, they awaken me
they view ****** as beauty mistakenly

Last night I woke up
to the light of 1000
dead children from other
places where faces have
forgotten how to smile
in ***** white shirts
and smudged skirts
holding up lanterns
like lost miners looking
for answers in a dark hole.