I glue my fingers together when I pray.

He says I don’t know what to say.

He tries to see my words but I get lost with the birds.

They say I’ll never win but I always pray when I sin.

There’s no reason to live when you're hanging on your last pin.

You try to bring them back;

but you step on a crack.

The whole thing explodes,

and you never know.

But when I pray I see something different,

I see the thing I prohibit.

Never going back to the way things used to be;

they’re going to be in the tree.
The tree that never lets you go it only sets your goals.