I don't want anyone
to get hurt
I pray for strength
People will get hurt though and if I wasn't half broken
I wonder if I would still reach their way.
I pray to a void
I always try to fix things
Every good jam
Just rolled off someone's tongue and that is
One act of love.
To speak even in the illusion of hope
For something perfect and righteous
Like a prayer to the God we invented.
Lullabies to Ourselves