Pulse of a Prayer

And he sits and he waits
And he thinks of a day
And the calm is the maze
Where he's losing his way

Forgotten by psychiatry
Exiled from society
Dismissed by time

And the air will obscure
What he knows of his mind
But the hush of his gaze
Masquerades as a sign

And he sits and he waits
At the edge of his stare
And inside, in disguise
Is the pulse of a prayer
Why?



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Writer(s): Esbe Uk
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