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| Tonight, although I am not a saint, I pray that all went right. I pray that we have another bright morning, and that Xena and I live through the night. Tonight, although I rarely pray, I hope that you hear me. Whoever you are, and wherever you are. You are someone that I cannot see. Maybe I pray to Perticus, my late and long lost love. If I pray to Perticus, give me a sign from above. Maybe I pray to the stars, my lights when the night is long. If I pray to the stars tonight, in the morning, I shall here a bird's sweet song. Tonight, as I lay here awake, I look into the sky. I think of all the mysteries of life, and begin to wonder why. Tonight, as I wonder why life happens the way it does, I remember that there is a reason. It's that way, just because. Maybe I pray to a faraway person, who hears me and smiles as I speak. If I pray to a faraway person, I hope someday we'll meet. Maybe I pray to the air I breathe, who does not listen at all. But if I pray to the air I breathe, my life would surely fall. Tonight I look up into the heavens, and finally I see. It doesn't matter who I'm praying to. As long as they hear me. |
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