I been writin’ prayers on paper napkins,
Foldin’ ‘em up like nothin’ happened.
Ink run wild when the tears don’t hide,
Every word a ghost I tried to deny.
Said I’d change, but I wrote it twice,
Same mistake, different advice.
I keep every page like proof I tried,
But ink don’t heal what the heart can’t hide.

These paper prayers don’t make it upstairs,
But maybe they float somewhere.

Paper prayers, fall slow like ash,
Words I burn ‘cause they never last.
If forgiveness come, it’s late by years,
Still, I write ‘til the smoke disappears.
Paper prayers, folded thin,
For every loss I’d die to win.

Used to send letters I’d never sign,
Now I just stare at the dotted line.
All my amens sound like sighs,
All my truths dressed up in lies.
Still, I write your name in the margin space,
‘Cause empty lines still hold your face.
You can’t pray wrong if your heart still shakes,
You can’t heal fast when the real still aches.

“I don’t mail these…
just leave ‘em on the desk like old receipts.
Proof I tried — proof I felt.
Proof that silence ain’t defeat.

Paper prayers, fall slow like ash,
Words I burn ‘cause they never last.
If forgiveness come, it’s late by years,
Still, I write ‘til the smoke disappears.
Paper prayers, folded thin,
For every loss I’d die to win.