Say a little prayer
*non-fiction
I gave her a dollar
And asked her to pray for my father,
It was something I rather
Consider out of character.
But she stopped me
And asked what was wrong
I told her quickly,
I didn't have very long.
She asked me my name
I gave it to her,
And told her to just pray,
As I hurridly walked away.
Lying on the cold concrete,
I saw her today.
Her clothes torn, her body curled up,
So for her, I now ask you to pray.
I gave her a dollar
And asked her to pray for my father,
It was something I rather
Consider out of character.
But she stopped me
And asked what was wrong
I told her quickly,
I didn't have very long.
She asked me my name
I gave it to her,
And told her to just pray,
As I hurridly walked away.
Lying on the cold concrete,
I saw her today.
Her clothes torn, her body curled up,
So for her, I now ask you to pray.
posted by sing-song @ 11:02 PM
1 Comments:
At 12:37 PM,
Waqas said…
i will not let my admiration of your writing ability shroud the importance of your message. so i shall pray.
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