I keep you around my lamp.
And you never say a thing.
Just 24 hours of success. Enough time
to stop feeling like a total waste.
24 hours to save everyone I can.
Then just a bit of bravery so speaking up
doesn't feel like social suicide.
That's not to much to ask, right?
You know I'm good for it.
After all, how many times have I
tried to trade to save one of my babies?
Or for my Katie California.
Tell me that it meant something.
Or that you're listening,
that you're not caught up in some
inter deity dispute.
Not that I really expect an answer.
Still, I'll role up my paper prayer with a
few pretty feathers and some incense sticks.
And hope I'm worth the wish.