Prayer

I haven't prayed in years
But I need bigger hands
I know how hard life can be
When it doesn't go as planned

So this is the one
Where we get it all wrong
Maybe in another lifetime
We all get along
We aren't picking straws
Fighting hard over first pick
At the loser's table

When the coming home is safe
I'll carry you
I'll carry you
Because I can't bury you

I'm sorry for never wanting you home
That's a regret that I'll cary
'Till it yellows on my bones
Be my burden when I'm old

I haven't prayed in years
But I need bigger hands
I know how hard life can be
When it doesn't go as planned



Credits
Writer(s): Faith Flynn
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