In the still of the night I walk and I pray
My mind seeks your voice and your company
Searching for miracles in the light of day
Maybe not A-S-A-P but as long as it takes
These lessons I’ve learned through the tears and the struggle
I couldn’t have known coukd be so invaluable
Through promises you led tucked away in my heart
Your will be done was just the start
As writing and music are the prayers of an artist
It’s not the end result but all about the process
The heart has reason that reason can’t know
And God has logic the world does not bestow
In the still of the night I walk and I pray
As long as I am writing, I feel okay
But if I stop what happens to me?
Will I be able to practice what I profess to believe?
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