All the events that lead to one's life
Maybe no one believes because now they live right
Taking in things you can't believe
Consuming some things they had no business
Maybe it was a rush for lack of better words a private hush

It was quite that morning before that noise rang
Sleeping beauties lie before that day at the sanctuary
You ask 'Why?'
Longing for that mornings faithful song
Forgetting last night's stripes
You turn over your life

Maybe it was my mother persistence
A prayer from someone I didn't miss
For me that day will never end
But as I sit here I begin to think about doing it again. . .