This clay’s puppet wants’ to pray,
In this world here’s only your hold sway.
Today again I suffered from a bad day,
Please never let it come back in my way.
If it comes, then with me you stay.
That time, healing words for me you say.
One day, death will make me bray.
Before that I’ll have to pay and defray.
I want to come to you, please send dray.
On me dear, put one single divine ray.
Am in dismay, on me make love’s spray.
I’d be grateful, if you put light on this astray.
Submitted by oliver william.