Pray For My Sister
My mother asked me to pray
to pray for my sister
I wonder has she ever prayed for me
It't time to change, to put away
foolish fantasies
No longer what you imagine
No longer the images in the mirrors eye
It's time to assess the real costs
Costs come with time due
I've done all my time
Now it's due
There's no reason for you to hide
No reason to go for a ride
No reason to be taken for a ride
poem by Midnights Voice
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