Our Father, Hail Mary, and Glory Be.
Hands folded, head bowed, down on your knees.
God loves it when His children pray.
No matter if it's night or day.
...
You sit there... lonely.
I walk to you... slowly.
Is it real?
Or just a dream?
...
I'm only 13)
A Prayer
Our Father, Hail Mary, and Glory Be.
Hands folded, head bowed, down on your knees.
God loves it when His children pray.
No matter if it's night or day.
He'll listen to whatever we say.
Crucifix, statue of Mary, and a holy rosary.
Hail Holy Queen, Angelus, Regina Coeli.
Hands folded, head bowed, down on your knees.
(My own poem)