Pray

I skip through the hall
So deliciously high
on the notes of a guitar
that I didn't recognise,

On laughter and fresh air
And friends I just met,
smile for the raindrops
my shoes soaking wet.

Oh God of the broken, pray for me
This is all that I'll ever be

I am a drifter no longer ashamed
of who I am,
I may be alone but I won't be afraid
wherever my path
may lead.  

I run and I giggle
the wind takes my hat,
Please, say it won't be long
Soon I'll be home at last

All these friends of the broken,
Oh, the socially impaired
save me with sunrise
and sweet, fresh spring air.       

God of the music, please pray for me
I'm hopeless, but happy, and always will be.