rant #86: the one to her mother.

"So I pray for an angel on it's way,
To comb her hair as she washes her face,
Oh I pray for an angle on it's way,
To tuck her in and keep her sane."

"So I pray,
For a song on it's way,
To cure your ills and heal the lame."




p/s : "i hope the sound of the train is loud enough to cover the shake in my voice. I'm sorry that i lied, i just don't want you to worry."