Prayers

Home in the keep
Searching for something we can use
You're in the weeds
Trying to count what we have left

There was a street
Maybe we'll see where it might lead
Somewhere that we, can feel in our chests
We'll hold again

(Is it right?
Is it fair?
I know I shouldn't dare
To give you some kind of hope)

I said all the prayers I could
And I drew every picture right
And I'd lay only offerings down
Tonight
Tonight