I'm Not Here to Pray

«a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers
filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,
filled with banality and booze,
filled with rain and thunder and periods of
drought, a poem is a city at war,
it’s a barbershop filled with cynical drunks,
a poem is a city, a poem is a nation,
a poem is the world…»
-Charles Bukowski
You were always there
You will always be
The thick and bloody river
That flows into my sea
Friends they came
And friends they went
I would always put my whole life in my parent’s hands
I get down on my knees
But I’m not here to pray
My mom begging forgiveness
I don’t believe a word they say
But I believe in you
And you believe in me
And I believe that nights like these will save us and set us free
I believe in you
And you believe in me
And I believe that nights like these will save us and set us free
I believe that nights like these will save us and set us free