Save A Prayer Poem by Daniel Richards

I’m a lost man.., some say like an island and
Good things may have come my way
If only I had the patience to wait.
But who are they to have there say
’are they the wizards of life’
Unto them I part these words
Eventually every dog will have his day

Alive and well ethereal spirits intoxicate me
And on this path is where I find them,
Although I'm lost and like an island,
With them I’m promised absolution
The only solution to fix my sins
Everyday I face my ghost without illusion
Sometimes I’ll fall of the way, and at times, of the page
But id fall forever if the devil could have his way.

So to my dying day,
I’ll blame this world for turning a good man bad
I tried to be what I was expected to believe, but when
The suits does not fit, you find no other way and before you know it you are lost, a lost man
Like an island some would say.

But it is this world that turns a killer into a hero
A hero into a villain and pushes him to his grave
For some debt he has to pay,
Bring forward to me world I haven’t said
And I’d walk freely toward my judgment day.

So I saved a prayer, for when I need it most
To the Father, the Son
And the Holy Ghost,
When I meet my maker, When I close the book
On the hearts I broke, And the lives I took
Will he walk away
'Cause my soul's
Too late to save?
So I saved a prayer, for when I need it most
To the Father, the Son
And the Holy Ghost,