Sal

You wonder why I pray, with kids like these, they'd make you snort cocaine, run a bath with foam, not living in your creed, but loving isn't done, I hold your face, forget to say please, catch horizons in the rain, in the wind and stones, help us with our needs, assist the journey home, fire me through dreary days, make my troubles ease, withstand the fray, each of my lonesome tones, becomes suddenly free, now we're alone, remember those days, our trips to the sea, the scrimp for praise, our dance at Thebes?