Thoughts and Prayers
pressure cooker heats up
four-alarm fire call
another morning spent sifting through ashes another morning spent wondering
what’s there left here to burn
we stripped the altar yesterday
we buried our dead buried our pride buried them without a sound
we’re spinning to an ending
that isn’t written what will we make
screaming over empty air
rally all of the troops
but nobody’s listening nobody cares that was all yesterday
gave all your thoughts and prayers
the pastor marked all the graves
but nothing’s ever changing nothing’s ever getting better we go round and round