Day 29: ''Maybe We Should All Be Praying For Time''
"These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year.
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here.
So you scream from behind your door
Say, "What's mine is mine and not yours"
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'Cause he has no children to come back for
It's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time
