Morning brings liquid gold beams dancing through shades
They appear dull and melancholy behind jaded eyes
Her life is wasted on the day-to-day
Slowly, mechanically she kneels down to pray
She praises her god for the sun's shining rays
She thanks him again for a husband who stays
At work for long hours so bills will be paid
She thanks him for Jesus who died on the cross
Expresses her sorrow for his infinite loss
She plays for her daughter, the little whore
Help me be meek she humbly implores
It's well understand that life is a chore
She prays for the president, a good christian man
She knows he is busy out conquering lands
She knows that God is behind all his plans
Behind all the soldiers who die in the sand
The youth of America's blood on his hands
In closing she thanks him for all he has done
And thanks him again for the gift of his son
She'll look down n sinners, unworthy things
With God up in heaven and immaculate wings
A world that exists in only her dreams
As the end of her life came into sight
And all of her days faded to night
She sadly informed me that my life was no good
It saddened me deeply, I knew that it would
I wish that she would have lived while she could