*My Prayer*

by JOHN
(Odell, Oregon)

Now I lay me down to sleep,
Defend me lord from those who creep,
With evil thoughts and wicked schemes,
To snatch me from my peaceful dreams,
I know there’s bad things I have done,
That’s why I'm sleeping with my gun,
And if I should be startled from my sleepful slumber,
My gun shall clap like clouds of thunder,
To fight for life every day,
So many words I need to say,
Before I'm sent to a cold, cold grave,
That’s why I must act like a soldier,
‘Cause the world keeps getting colder,
Got me looking over my shoulder.