Paula

You wonder why I pray, with kids like these, they'd lead you to cocaine, run a bath with foam, not living with the need, my loving isn't done, I hold your face, forget to say please, watch horizons dim in rain, the wind and stones, helps our belief, assists the journey home, fires me through my days, makes all troubles ease, I can stand the fray, each of my troubled tones, suddenly dances free, even when we’re storming, at least it’s a family