Praying for "the one"
I want to make you happy,
And to make you proud,
Serving you as my deity,
And to live in your shroud.
I want to call you my Owner,
My precious little gem,
To end the strayness and loner,
To stop this mayhem.
Pestilence and decay destroyed me,
Now its your turn to build wonders upon thee,
To finally hear my cry, and plea,
And take your throne as marquis.
But then what does a prayer mean,
When there are no kings or queen,
Who want to make this garden green,
Ending me...