Cigars and Hollow Prayers

Ash drifts down like fallen grace, Smoke hides the truth I can’t face. I lit a fire where faith once stood, Prayed in silence, but it did no good.

Cigars and hollow prayers, Drift away into the night. No saint could find me here, No god could make it right.

I wore the suit, I played the part, But lies weigh heavy on the heart. Every puff, a confession untold, Every prayer, another soul sold.

Smoke curls higher than the steeple’s hand, But mercy don’t belong to a broken man.

Cigars and hollow prayers, Fade with every breath I take. Heaven closed its doors, Hell’s the deal I can’t unmake.

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