Ill Pray For You
577. I'll pray for you
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The bard's mother prays for him to come back to his senses
So too do I my dear, please do not put up your defences
It's OK to bow down, let go and feel defeated, but remember
We are spiritual beings sent to earth to act and not squander
Our time, clinging to the past. Do not love overmuch the designs
You wrought in ages gone by. Its ok to tear up and let the lines
Show in your face, the crinkles.. why even the carbuncles.
Know that I love you, and remember you with many twinkles
Let no new grief come between us my dearest dear,
Its ok to hew new paths, in woods far off and without fear.
Do come back to life upon the single act of my love,
Let's move away and pray daily in front of an alcove.
Love on the air, I keep transmitting, but your antenna got
Blown off by the turbulent waves... Now tell me just what
We can do to weather the storms. Do you want to fight some more,
Or can we go back to how it was when we first met, before
This period of slow, choking estrangement began.
Forgive me for occasional bouts when I seem wan.
Just tell me love there's healing for us both in this birth,
Just throw off the melancholy and give in to much mirth.