Prayers for the dead
Some words of repentance said
Blank eyes, staring at the ceiling
Not knowing what she's feeling
Moving from one to another
Desperation trying to cover
Steady stream brought inside
As a discordant symphony plays outside
Horrors of war
Pour in through the door
Becoming overwhelmed, not trying to be
As so much mutilation I see
From bed to bed, I walk
Some silent, some wanting to talk
Life, sometimes so hard
Forever, a servant of God
His words that guide
Keeping me serene inside
The Lord showing me the way
As faithfully, I continue to pray
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