So many lessons to master
For all of the people you look after
& no judgment ‘til the rapture, but honey, who prays for the pastor?
Changes made with laughter
To keep from crying, she’s dying
But who are you to try and ask her?
Times moving faster
She’s tryna see life with no anxiety
But somehow it can’t pass her
Even if she’d let it, she can’t get it..
& she’s headed for disaster
Is this the life you’d craft her?
She weeps her pleas, down on her knees
She’s an actor, by day, her smile’s plastered
Waiting for angels to grasp her
And free her from her grief, so she can release
The spell life’s cast her.
🛐
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