ST. PATRICK'S

hey, there, lord - it’s me. i wonder if you’re free or not asleep. there’s just one thing - it seems i just don’t see why all the things we ask, or prayed would come to pass have gone unheard like silent words that slip into the past. ‘cause, lord, they’re not schemes! can’t you tell they’re dreams? why do you let them slip by, never even try?

is it you don’t hear? there’s far too many tears. or can’t you feel? are we unreal to one who knows no peers? you say we must pay dues, but still i’m confused. i need to walk and with you, talk, instead of to statues. ‘cause, lord, they’re not schemes! can’t you tell they’re dreams? why do you let them slip by, never even try?


‘cause you take all the fame! but who’ll accept the blame for all the hurt down here on earth - unnecessary pain? is it you don’t care? or are you only air built in our minds when we’re in binds, never really there…? and can we tire of you? is that something that we’re allowed to do? ‘cause even the blind change their views, and it’s time to try something new.

and so i’ve pled my case. i now pull my escape. didn’t mean to doubt what it’s all about. it seems i’ve forgot my place. but if you find the time, please change the story line or give a call - explain it all. i’ll even leave the dime.