I'm holding on to my prayers life isn't fair and I might be beyond any repairs my heart grows fine cuz I don't think that God even cares all of my friends are gone so forget about the cheers and why does everyone keep trying to make me scared they want to see my response when I'm in fear they all point and stare and I keep finding coins everywhere usually that means an angel is near I pull out the scale turn it on put the bag on top and hit tare weigh it up more than fair but never have enough time to spare a couple puffs and a lighter than air fight sleep because I'm scared the sheep that I count are lions tigers and bears and I am the deer so I'm holding on to my prayers pull out the scale turn it on put the bag on top and hit tare does God really care you can find me right here holding on to my prayers if you listen you could hear the instruments in your ears