Pray for us Sinners Mother Mary
David J Walker
The best lies are wasted on
The oldest sleeping priest seated
In the confessional
As paid-for candles are
Blown out in the
Wind of an opened door
The sins omitted are represented
And reserved for a weekday night
recommitted out of sight
Of the shuttered stained-glass windows
The liturgy turned to an elegy
Seemingly with me in mind
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners
again
and again
For I thought she had loved me
But I was wrong
Wandering the desert of emotions I had to be strong
She had first loved me so I thought
In time she changed her tune
For it was in the late month of June she
Said that we were through
I really didn't know what to do
So I turned to vice filled with liquor
Which made me feel much bitter
I kept calling her home and hanging up
We spent such good times together
But it was all an illusion
So I decided to get a tattoo
Finally I hit rock bottom
Recommitted myself to the Lord
Spent time & prayed
It finally found what I was searching for
For the nightmare was all over
But I still long for a girl
To put her head on my shoulder
Will have to wait until I get a little bit older
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