To whom do you pray when the day is dark?
And if those prayers are left unanswered,
Where do you turn?
For what do you pray when your soul is troubled,
A miracle in time or a simple smile?
What have you learned?
Does it matter if I pray in the day or the night,
Before I sleep or when I wake,
To make it right?
And where should I pray to feel his presence,
A house of stone or by a shimmering lake?
Show me the light?
Tell me why I should pray at all in the end,
Without certainty, no receipt to be gained,
Just thoughts to send.
Does it matter then if it’s to no avail?
If it’s the deed itself that matters most,
To help me mend.