Wishful Prayers
How do you start to change the past.
When your role in life seems ever cast.
You call on angels to light the way.
But still feel stuck in yesterday.
Your faith is waning with the dawn.
As your innocence seems all but gone.
Why should the saints shine down on you?
When you don't do what you should do.
I'm not asking for your opinion.
We each reflect our own dominion.
The paper cut is just a sign.
When I ask for what's only mine.
A treasure locked inside a dream.
Will never be as it may seem.
When clouds begin to blow away.
And again, you see the light of day.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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