I'm Not Here to Pray - O Captain! My Captain!

«a poem is a city filled with streets and sewers

filled with saints, heroes, beggars, madmen,

filled with banality and booze,

filled with rain and thunder and periods of

drought, a poem is a city at war,

it’s a barbershop filled with cynical drunks,

a poem is a city, a poem is a nation,

a poem is the world…»

-Charles Bukowski

You were always there

You will always be

The thick and bloody river

That flows into my sea

Friends they came

And friends they went

I would always put my whole life in my parent’s hands

I get down on my knees

But I’m not here to pray

My mom begging forgiveness

I don’t believe a word they say

But I believe in you

And you believe in me

And I believe that nights like these will save us and set us free

I believe in you

And you believe in me

And I believe that nights like these will save us and set us free

I believe that nights like these will save us and set us free