Is this to much to ask?

For so long we've joined hands that the sweat would drip down and weave into our handmade wrist-bands. Chattering, one says and the footsteps behind would soon longer be dead. Louder and Louder it becomes to be. So long that our prayers would become to sing. And the only rythm we had was that old faithful tambourine. So now lets not get off beat, for as you and i can see the upcoming dreams as each other sleep.
But were debating on were to pray. A weekly schedule around the flagpole or maybe we can do it another day. Cause were discouraged of what our friends would say. OH but thats asking to much than rather to think than think more than a bunch. OH please as the english teacher recives the last paper of a students being. But we have more important things. Seems to me it brings the drama between friends and the hate weaves between. And it may never seem that it will ever cease. When will it go away!
And i thank you God for making me move one step back. And you hear the sound of the ground of the heavy backpack. Scooting back to make it bigger. thank you God for this strong faithfull pack. Is this to much to ask?

Steven Q.