I carry my prayers with me

I carry my prayers with me,
keep them under my tongue
in case I come across some god
that might listen.
I'm not looking for a hand out
but I am hungry for the fat
of my years to be gone,
for a sparseness where the
sun is no harpy.
A promise of snow that
is more than a lie the wind tells.
I need to be closer
to anyplace
a little further along this highway.

Lara Dann - A Promise of Snow