Evening Prayer

At Babak's school, there is a 3D printer And he prints out a model of the tumor That was surgically removed from his back this winter And it's rugged gray plastic, it looks lunar He puts the tumor in his breast pocket As we head out for a beer It's been a long, hard year For a friend who's not sure if he's close enough To be allowed to care or just be there To include you in his evening prayer How I pray that I could stop the pain When the pain needed more than ibuprofen How I pray that I could take away your worries When they ran deeper than the West Pacific Ocean He puts the tumor on our table Says, "So, this is what caused all my fears" It's been a long, hard year For a friend who's not sure if he's close enough To be allowed to care or just be there To include you in his evening prayer Last orders, the waitress slides Down from her bar stool Looks at the tumor, says, "What is this?" "It looks kinda cool" Babak's okay despite what he's been through But he sees I'm made uneasy by the model he's done He says, "It's helped me a lot to have a friend like you When I saw you worry, I knew I had to be strong" He gives a tumor to the waitress Says, "Give my friend here a beer" It's been a long, hard year I just wasn't sure if we were close enough But I want you to know how much I cared That you were in my evening prayer I want you to know that you were in my prayer I want you to know that you were in my prayer