Hear this prayer of mine,
As it echoes the wind through the trees,
and mocks the rivers.
My eccentric prayer of mine,
Oh how sad you sad!
When the great kings fall to the earth,
and their queens mourn their death,
My unspoken prayer of mine,
is there.
Take this soul of mine, and
feed the hungry brood.
So
That
My
Hushed,
Confusing,
Forlorn,
Soul can finally sing as it guards to who it gives.
My little prayer of mine,
is simply yours.