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Lyrics
Prayer for the Living
Composed by M.Corbitt/S.le Serve(original)
(secondary current musical interpretation by J.Quennell)
Lyrics by M.Corbitt
Shut the door in my face,
This is what you have to give me everyday,
Here I sleep,shadows to embrace,
They have been my closest comfort every night,
Brush and easel near at hand,
Picture postcards melting in the cold and sands,
Through the bars of these walls,
There's a message for you and every mother's son,
Wait for the seconds to tick,
I've got you in my sight,
Then will come the day,
When you will pray for grace,
From the hall's of history,
He will claim the chosen one's to repay the debt,
With conviction in his words,
He will hold the fate of many in his hands,
Was it Varsaille now we bleed,
Was it greed,revenge or weakness now we see,
Or is it the faithfull that have fallen,
From which the seed returns the unholy one,
Then the tide will change,
He'll have us in his sight,
And will come the day,
When we will pray,pray,
Don't keep these visions from our eyes,
When in our cradles there was love and peace,
How does time claim with age,
Everything we once loved in our innocence,
Wait for the ashes to rest,
And peace will fill the land,
But do we share the blame,
When he returns for more.
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