Pray for More

Woe is her. Pray for this lady.

 

Written by ME: Copright 2017  All lyrics are recorded with the Library of Congress of the United States of America.

She wants to touch the sand on Mars
If the world could end today
She would throw it all away
Just float in outer space with her guitar
But she don’t dream like this anymore

Because she needs to sweep the floor
Pray for more
Lock the door behind her
So he won’t see her cry anymore
Wash the dishes and
Pray for more
And figure out what this fighting’s for

There’s no subtle way of asking.
Is this how it’s really supposed to be
This harsh and colorless reality?

She wants to cross the North York Moors
She dreams of flying away
At least she used to every day
She wants to walk barefoot to a cliff
And dive offshore
At least he wouldn’t own her soul anymore

But she’s busy sweeping the floor
Praying for more
Keeps counting all of her pennies
As the cashier stares and waits some more
Scrub the dishes
Pray for more
Will she ever figure out what she is supposed to be living for?

There’s no subtle way of asking.
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
This harsh and colorless reality?

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