Sister George

I want to say thank you,
to the ceiling,
to the air.

You've blessed me with so many blessings,
and I've conquered so many fears.

I know that's kind of cryptic.
and if Sister George would lend an ear,

would she stop by to deliver a scolding,
or would her intentions be so pure,

as to pardon my intrusion,
in a world that's solely hers,

and could she see my heart for what it is,
and take away my hurt?

I'm not sure what I am,
or where I am,
or who I've been,

I'm not so sure of what I stand for,
and I'm at the mercy of the earth.

We've not met before,
but I hear your just down stairs.

I'm no afraid of you,
and I hope you're not afraid of dares.

I dare you to find me,
make me believe that magic's there.

And if it is,
with all my might,

your finger trailing down my spine's
made me a believer tonight.