Prayers filled with hopes, dreams, and desires
Clasped hands squeezing in earnest
Father hear my prayer, echoes over and over in the wind
Winged messengers collect all they can
To the most high they go
Who is worthy? The angels cry
See all of them down below on their knees
Tears rolling down bright red cheeks
Praying for salvation from their own demise
They strayed from the path chasing their own desires
Their choices continually shaping their future
Each failure leaves no choice but to pray in earnest once more
Who do you choose?
Who is worthy of the light that shines brightly
What message shall we carry back?
Have mercy Most High
Save them from themselves.