Sister doubt

I don't have anyone to pray to
asking for light,
groping my way through space.

Don't misunderstand me
I'm not complaining about it
I'm the gardener of my own dilemmas.

Sister doubt,
the years will go by
the styles will change
other wars will come
the same ones will lose
and I hope that you
will keep me within range.

But tonight,
sister doubt
sister doubt,
give me a break.

I don't have anyone
to blame except myself
with my trail
of loose ends.

Don't misunderstand me,
I carry them well,
or at least I make the attempt.

Sister doubt,
the records will go away
the waters will rise
the crisis will change,
the same ones will pay
and I hope that you
will keep biting my tongue.

But tonight,
sister doubt
sister doubt,
declare a truce.