But if I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to take. When you feel the hearts of the children, Aching for home - for something of their very own. Reaching hands with nothing to hold onto, But hope for a better day - a better day. Crying Jesus, help me to feel the love again - in my own land. But, if unknown roads lead away from home, give me loving arms - free from harm.
Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate - Blood of the innocent, is on their hands.
Crying Jesus, help me to feel the sun again - upon my face. For when darkness clears, I know you are near, bringing peace again. All right reserved. Please do not copy or use my themes or artwork without written permission from me, unless otherwise stated.