Answered Prayers

There he stood inside the door, 

Smoking endless cigarettes. 

I still recall the face he wore, 

And how he spoke with no regrets. 

 

Words that echoed so sublime, 

Sounding out without a care:

Life's too short to waste your time

Crying over answered prayers. 

◄ A Three-chord Song

Wayward Child ►

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