A Younsters Prayer

Dear God, it’s me again Hope you don’t mind my prying But I needed to talk to someone Cause I’m lonesome and I’m crying You know I feel better When I’m talking with you Cause I can feel you holding me closer Like you always do Daddy is still cursing And mommy’s shouting back And my head is still hurting And my eye is getting black I know they don’t mean it I reckon frustration takes control But these beatings still hurt Will I ever grow old? Mommy still takes some shots She says they help her get by And they seem to help some But later she only cries And daddy’s been drunk Going on three weeks And I’m still hungry But there’s nothing to eat I don’t mean to bother you But God, is this how life is supposed to be? It just don’t feel right And it’s getting so hard to see We used to laugh with each other We were like peas in a pod But now we’re different And there’s no sparring the rod I think my time grows closer To when I’ll be under ground All dead and not moving And for sure not making a sound I wonder if by then Will they really miss me Or like sands on the beach I’ll just be history Well, thanks God for listening I’ll say goodnight once more And it’s alright right with me If this time you close that door You know the door I’m talking about Cause you showed it to me one night A few years ago I think it was When my parents started their fights Oh yes, I can feel you And thanks for all you’ve done And thanks for the memories And for this last run Oh yes, I know that you love me A lad of just four And I really don’t mind If I don’t see this world no more I can feel you holding me tighter As I lay here in my bed And I know I won’t wake tomorrow Because I know I will be dead