It's About Drought and Doubt

I pray for rain, but all in vain.
I pray to keep sane, but my brain still fills with pain.
And never seems to drain just gain and gain.
more and more ....

So I pray for peace and still there is war.
I pray for wealth and yet I am poor.
I pray for health while at death's door.
I pray for more and more .

I pray for strength when all seems bleak.
And am still weary and weak.
I pray for this world to be inherited by the meek.
And for the wisdom that I seek,
While up this paddle without a creek.

                          and Thend...

                        The Buddist Punk