A Prayer for the Unborn

So, I prayed
But you weren't listening.
Making miracles?

So busy keeping promises to everyone else

So, I begged
But you were far away.
Saving souls perhaps?

making sure you could make a martyr of yourself.

So, I screamed
But she was very small
And you have worlds to mend

being there when it was convienient.

So, she died
And you were glorious
But you were somewhere else


so when your little doll turned a blind eye agian and agian you assumed it was all ok, and she'd always be there

If you are my shepherd
Then I'm lost and no-one can find me
If you are my saviour
Then I'm dead and no-one can help me
If you are my glory
Then I'm sick and no-one can cure me
If you light my darkness
Then I'm blind and no-one can see me

you swore and recanted and swore and recanted. You manipulated, lied and broke that doll.


If you are my father
Then love lies abandoned and bleeding
If you are my comfort
Then nightmares are real and deceiving
If you are my answer
Then I must have asked the wrong question
I'd spit on your heaven
If I could find one to believe in

you are just another fork-toungued one who makes empty promises and then wonders when your doll cries.