For The Spohr's

Standing in the cool breeze of the night,
I send wordless prayers to God.
Wishing the wind could take my love, my prayers, my heart all the way to California.
And wishing that it could bring back some of their heartache, their pain.
Wishing I could help them carry it all.
Knowing I can’t.
Willing to do all that I can,
But there’s nothing left undone.
Dear God, hear my silent prayer..