I PRAYED

There was a night
When
In my own way
I was talking to god
And I was wondering
Are you listening
God
Life isn't good right now
Do you know that
God
I really feel so
Alone
So, lost
I cried a little
No
I cried a lot
In my pillow
That night
I cursed myself
Asking me
Why do you still
After all these years
Pray
And I began to search
Inside myself
For an answer to that question
I surprised myself with my answer
First, well, God is, after all
God
But, also, God is my best friend
A friend I can always depend on
To listen
I can say anything
I can confess all
I can whine
I can cry, I can say anything
Am I being heard, I can't say
But this I know to be true
After I talk to my best friend
God
I always seem to be a little stronger
My direction seems to be a little clearer
I can forgive myself
Or others
Is god really listening
I cannot answer that question
For you
I choose to not even ask that question
Anymore
The answer doesn't matter
The truth is in my heart
The truth is in your heart
That's why we still
pray