Magenta
February 2nd, 2011, 12:24 PM
I was raised in a Roman-Catholic family and though I am mostly Pagan, I still on occasion pray to the God that I was raised with vaguely.
Not sure where this came from. Sort of more like a poem with an odd rhyming scheme. This was completely out of my comfort zone.
>_> On the first attempt at writing this, my internet browser deleted my work. I am not pleased.
NOTE: This was written by the same girl who went up to a photo of the Pope and asked who the old guy was and saw a copy of the bible and shouted: 'Oooh! Pretty book! What is it?' in front of her sister's Catholic school principal.
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(Chorus) The night goes on, filled with dreams of brighter days.
The darkened sky, covered with starlight to which I pray.
There must be someone who can hear my words tonight.
And if they listen maybe my wish is in sight.
(Verse) If I may ask, dear God, can you help me?
Can you have mercy on simple soul like mine?
Is there any solution you see?
Can you please give me a sign?
(Verse) If I may plead, dear God, will you aid me?
Will you have mercy on a tragic soul like mine?
Is there any way I can be free?
Or will I forever be confined?
(Chorus) The night goes on, filled with dreams of brighter days.
The darkened sky, covered with starlight to which I pray.
There must be someone who can hear my words tonight.
And if they listen maybe my wish is in sight.
(Verse) If I may beg, dear God, will you save me?
Do you have mercy on a crying soul like mine?
Are there terms on which we can agree?
Please answer my prayer, O Lord Divine.
(Chorus) The night goes on, filled with dreams of brighter days.
The darkened sky, covered with starlight to which I pray.
There must be someone who can hear my words tonight.
And if they listen maybe my wish is in sight.
Not sure where this came from. Sort of more like a poem with an odd rhyming scheme. This was completely out of my comfort zone.
>_> On the first attempt at writing this, my internet browser deleted my work. I am not pleased.
NOTE: This was written by the same girl who went up to a photo of the Pope and asked who the old guy was and saw a copy of the bible and shouted: 'Oooh! Pretty book! What is it?' in front of her sister's Catholic school principal.
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(Chorus) The night goes on, filled with dreams of brighter days.
The darkened sky, covered with starlight to which I pray.
There must be someone who can hear my words tonight.
And if they listen maybe my wish is in sight.
(Verse) If I may ask, dear God, can you help me?
Can you have mercy on simple soul like mine?
Is there any solution you see?
Can you please give me a sign?
(Verse) If I may plead, dear God, will you aid me?
Will you have mercy on a tragic soul like mine?
Is there any way I can be free?
Or will I forever be confined?
(Chorus) The night goes on, filled with dreams of brighter days.
The darkened sky, covered with starlight to which I pray.
There must be someone who can hear my words tonight.
And if they listen maybe my wish is in sight.
(Verse) If I may beg, dear God, will you save me?
Do you have mercy on a crying soul like mine?
Are there terms on which we can agree?
Please answer my prayer, O Lord Divine.
(Chorus) The night goes on, filled with dreams of brighter days.
The darkened sky, covered with starlight to which I pray.
There must be someone who can hear my words tonight.
And if they listen maybe my wish is in sight.