All that seperates you and me
is a tinted window pane
and the distance of a world
You pound your tiny brown fists
and say your practised lines
Your smile is like a knife to my heart
I turn away and look ahead
and my eyes rest on the little idol on my dashboard
a symbol of my faith and an irony to yours
I can offer your money
But a million questions stop me
Yet - as I drive away - I am poorer in my conscience
Late at night - I lie in bed
with a symphony of raindrops for company
But it is you - who is on my mind
It is now that I hope
that there is something called a prayer
and My prayer is for you alone
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