At times I am certain I have forgotten how to pray
Lips part, the breath moves in and out
But I cannot find the words
I go into the woods alone
And I am reminded that it doesn’t matter
To be here, alive, is prayer in itself
At times I am certain I have forgotten how to pray
Lips part, the breath moves in and out
But I cannot find the words
I go into the woods alone
And I am reminded that it doesn’t matter
To be here, alive, is prayer in itself
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