With childlike faith and tight-shut eye
I cannot all my wrongs deny
And though uneasy in such pose
May I, thus, more strife foreclose?
I am not wont to venerate
Some unknown god, or trust my fate
To other than what I can see
Just what can praying do for me?
And yet, when hopeful thoughts depart
On bended knee, with heavy heart
I hope that prayer, to some degree
Can somehow set those demons free
And still, I wait to ascertain
If God exists in my domain
Of such great truths, I'm unaware
When like a child I say my prayer
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