(The answer to a thousand forgotten prayers)

The answer to a thousand prayers

slipping and falling away

but I'm still here

and it's fools blood that I carry

The wise blood can't lift all our spirits

building pyramids are a young mans game

I have been called, but not chosen

to go,

to go and love my secret of love

There was a time when I would

have gladly obliged, but now life

is harder

and there is bread in the oven calling to

not burn, on an oven that converges now

with my hope. It feels funny to not care.

And have to keep my eyes open despite it all

thousands pray, but few are heard

but I hear the call

or at least I wish I did