Across my world is a hellish place
I am not welcome
It’s a hospital
And only a hospital
With an autistic chaplain
A frog that croaks to inmates
And a canine with longer fur than Jesus
It’s full of sickly patients
And no physician to be found
That is why we travel
Across the plane
To the magic city
Where I am allowed to cry
And many others cry with me
When their streets flood
And candles go out
And doors close for the night
It’s because the gifts inside
Receive our prayers
Hear our cries
And cry along with us
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