God, 
Grant me the serenity. 
To accept the things I cannot change
So when the furnace blows up
Or the country burns down 
I will bury it so far inside me
I’ll feel free from my selfish fears
And my screams hours later
Can come from a different mouth

Grant me the courage 
To change the things I can 
So when I sense a dark look
Or the first flickers of doubt
I will pour gasoline on the ones I love
I’ll cower in awe at the raging flames 
And find comfort in control
Since at least I’m to blame

And god,
Grant me the wisdom 
To know the difference 
Even though I’m afraid of it all