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Her Last Prayer
A dreamy night and a killing moon
She kept playing with my fingers
As she suddenly said?I have finally found,
The perfect words?for my Last Prayer.
The Last words to my Lord before I depart
To Plead.. To Beg.. To Urge..To Pray
For..togetherness in the life..beyond rest..
For..an existence minus all limits and walls.
Not for crowns and jewels, but for love and its colors.
For laughter and happiness as she defined it.
I looked at my irons?as she..kissed my hands.
A promise in her eyes..as she handed me the bowl of death..
To Us ..she said ..To Your prayer.. I toasted..
And I could feel. Life..slip away ..drop by drop..
Her face.. stoned and lifeless?
As her thoughts turned to sand..
She dragged herself to the bottom of the sea..
Her footprints read..all the way
?its time to change my prayer?
Copyright (C) Jazztune 2004
She kept playing with my fingers
As she suddenly said?I have finally found,
The perfect words?for my Last Prayer.
The Last words to my Lord before I depart
To Plead.. To Beg.. To Urge..To Pray
For..togetherness in the life..beyond rest..
For..an existence minus all limits and walls.
Not for crowns and jewels, but for love and its colors.
For laughter and happiness as she defined it.
I looked at my irons?as she..kissed my hands.
A promise in her eyes..as she handed me the bowl of death..
To Us ..she said ..To Your prayer.. I toasted..
And I could feel. Life..slip away ..drop by drop..
Her face.. stoned and lifeless?
As her thoughts turned to sand..
She dragged herself to the bottom of the sea..
Her footprints read..all the way
?its time to change my prayer?
Copyright (C) Jazztune 2004
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