God Hear My Prayers Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

I ALWAYS WAS A GOOD STUDENT
BRINGING HOME (A'S)
AND ONCE IN A WHILE A (B)
TO MY MOTHER I WAS GOING TO GO FAR
AND LATE AT NIGHT WHEN I COULDN'T SLEEP
I WISH UPON THAT STAR
WISHING THAT THE WAR
WOULD END SOME HOW
CAUSE TOMORROW I TURN EIGHTEEN
THAN I HAVE TO SIGN UP
AT THE POST OFFICE NOW,
SO GOD HEAR MY PRAYERS
CAUSE WITH MY LUCK I HAVE A LOW NUMBER
WHILE MY MOTHER DREAMS
OF ME BEING THE NEXT PRESIDENT
AND EVERY DAY I HEAR THE NUMBERS
AND PRAY TO GOD IT WASN'T MINE
I WASN'T READY TO GO THE FRONT LINE
SO GOD HEAR MY PRAYERS
AND NOW I GO TO SLEEP
TRYING TO HAVE PLEASANT THOUGHTS
I LIKE TO KEEP
KNOWING I'M HOME ANOTHER DAY
AND FOR ME THAT MEANS A LOT
BUT TOMORROW MAY MEAN SOMETHING ELSE
AND IT DID WITH GREAT SORROW
[ SO GOD HEAR MY PRAYERS ]
NOW I WASN'T THAT LONELY BOOK
THAT NEVER GET'S READ ON THE SHELVE
IT WAS OFF TO SAY GOODBYE
PACKING UP A BAG OR TWO
WHILE MY MOTHER SIT AND CRY
SO I GIVE HER A KISS AND A HUG
TELLING HER GOODBYE
SO GOD HEAR MY PRAYERS
SO I WENT IN A YOUNG BOY
AND FOUGHT LIKE A MAN
BUT KILLING WAS NO JOY
IT'S JUST HOW TO STAY ALIVE
MY BROTHERS CALL IT
A WAY TO SURVIVE
[ SO GOD HEAR MY PRAYERS ]
NOW I FINISHED MY TOUR
WRITING MY MOTHER I'M COMING HOME
BUT LITTLE DID SHE KNOW
I'M NOT LIKING THE MAN I BECOME
AND SOMETIMES I WANNA BE ALONE
WITH MY FINGER ON THE TRIGGER
AND A BOTTLE IN MY HAND
THE GUN POINTED AT MY HEAD
NOT ASKING ANYONE TO UNDERSTAND
OF THE THINGS I'M ABOUT TO DO
[ SO GOD HEAR MY PRAYERS