Prayers On High
Little thoughts on how or who to be
Raining drops of wisdom all around us.
Daydreaming of a bygone philosophy
Where it always took a village and everyone knew that truth.
Humanity walked with pride through city streets
And the tall were not afraid to kneel and kiss the ground.
Prayers went on high and God he always heard their praise.
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