Wing of a Prayer May 21, 2006
It's time has come, that special day,
For you to run along at blessed speed,
Past the green light and on downtown
Until you reach the end.
Simply put, this is the life
We are destined to live,
No matter where or when or how.
You'll be cruising right along
At seemingly hell-breaking speeds
Until, of course, you cry out for mercy.
From what source, do you ask?
Well, I know if you look real hard
For something to slow you down,
You can reach out and grab it, the answer,
And you'll be living on the wing of a prayer.
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