I can pray hard
I learned how to do it
At the age of 7
I moved with my family
From the city to a small town
And I prayed hard
Please please please please please please please please please
Let me move back home
But all I really said in my mind
Was please
I couldn’t have called
The city home
I pleaded for restoration

And I can’t say
My prayer was hopeful
I already suspected
That God would not reward
My prayer
Which was merely mine
That God was angry with me
For my sins
Which were wholly mine
Which I could never remember
To renounce
For in the event
They were too pleasurable