in the confessional of my tent,
I pray the morning to me,
away, away, away,
I pray,
the screaming cattle drive outside,
to me,
away, away, away,
I pray to find the strength,
to lift my head,
and pray,
the night in spurts,
away, away, away,
in the confessional of my tent,
I attempt to fold my hands,
and pray,
but I can't,
because my mind,
has swiveled,
away, away, away.
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