praying mama

every dawn of the seventh day uphill she starts from the cabin we stay at the peak by the road where it lay a house it stood all serene and gay by the corner on the white tiles down on her knees she tries for me the Lord to beseech she cries and thus they were pardoned my lies now am in love with the pillar also with the guy who does the guitar life has ceased to be bitter cause mama ain't stop saying a prayer