Everyday I ask God to let me go
Guess he don't want that
Still here
I can't work, so food is scarce
Headaches won't go away
Every week someone comes to check on me
Today is was someone young
Don't think she ever saw a beat up soldier like me
She cleaned, made dinner, and then prayed
They always pray
I silently listen
She was different
She felt what she was praying and clung to her beads like it was a life jacket
She left but the beads stayed
I only knew the first two words of the prayers
But those words seemed to make all the pain go away
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