lifting up prayers like torches
to light this shadowed land
a cry for something solid
some simple i can understand
i am looking for some treasure
some weakness to defend
i am looking for her love
but it’s not what God intends
i am looking for a goddess
to bow and kiss her hand
i lift up prayers for things
God does not have planned
a flame up to this dry hope
i seer these words in my mind
that not every priceless treasure
is meant for me to find
i’m knocking at a door
i think opens up on home
a mirage in desert sand
it’s my reason to roam
but i’m crying for attention
her care to keep me warm
i crawl into her life
shelter from the storm
she is what i can’t pray for
she is the treasure to defend
she is the rainbow in my sky
she is not what God intends