Selfish Prayers
Bow your head and hide your selfish prayers
to a God that you don't see.
Your mom and dad told you stories,
but it was never in you to believe.
And selfish prayers unanswered
are the closest comfort to home.
Your desperate requests for Happiness go unheard
no matter how far you roam.
In cries for help and a wish for success
are your mom and your dad back home West.
And you bow your head,
hold on to your pride.
Behind convictions and denial,
you hide.
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