But the Devil may care I'm coming in On a wing and a prayer Well, I never But the Devil may care I'm coming in On a wing and a prayer
Translation: Kurt Bestor. Prayer Of The Children.
I'll reach out my hand and you'll turn the other way. I'm only trying to extend myself, to communicate. I try and I try and I try, there's no response
if I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall... My hands are bleeding, this thread cuts through my veins; But it's all I've got to hold. I hang and pray
I gave, I gave, you indulged yourself and robbed from my good will. If not you who can I trust? Who can I trust to be fulfilled? Sacrifice. I've done
We can't separate. We cannot cut the cord. We can't deny to relate. More ignorance we can't afford. We cannot quiet the truth. We can't quiet the undertone
How can this be, I fought so desperately. Was too afraid to show what I had inside. But I believe in redemption. And I believe in redemption. And I believe in redemption. Children
Try to make me bow down to you. Try to take my identity. Try to make me just another pebble on the beach. A green mind twists the plan. A cold hand trying
you're near, Bringing peace again Dali cujete sve djecje molitive? (Croatian translation: 'Can you hear all the children's prayers?') Can you hear the prayer of the children
door. There's an answer here we must explore. No, I'll not submit to reason. I'll sit and watch the seasons change. We watch the children pray.
we're told And talk about the children growing old For building blocks and colour books Will soon fade away And you'll forget the prayers you have prayed
my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody? The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body Yo' wife and children
his family But he stayed strong and carried on Just like his dad and granddad did before him On his knees, every night he prays "Please let my crops and children
take our chances 'Cause God's stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play Turned his back and all God's children
eyes and pray I close my eyes and I can see a better day I close my eyes and I pray, I pray, I pray I close my eyes and pray, pray
Messenger of fear in sight Dark deception kills the light Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free Fearless wretch insanity He watches
the floodgates and I'm helpless Now, as the moonlight shadows, cast across my room Only the whispered words are heard in the night Only a silent prayer
Verse 1 I say a prayer for all the people it's a prayer for everyone for the hungry and the homeless for all the children in the streets Verse 2 for
